198 results for 'religion'
It starts. There is a probability across the spectrum that smaller singularities exist under the history books beneath shiny office windows.
Myriads of biosensor bots of high solubility and low toxicity amass in arrays of eiganstates across the architecture. They disguise themselves as companions in a friendly competition.
The willingness is there to wait in silent urgency, and then to lead forward into the mist as distant church bells call across tall grass toward a foggy future.
The warning was against fame.
It puts stagnation aside and searches... (more)
"Some think to call a terrorist a terrorist is too harsh; Jack the Ripper a criminal worthy of death too un-redemptive, and this letter to you lacking love. For the naive, when you have crossed their path they will be wiser, and I pray for their protection."
-- Ronnie W. Rogers,
Pastor of Trinity Baptist Church, Norman, Oklahoma,
December 9, 2009
When I was a little boy in the days after my father left us, I did my best to follow my older brother wherever he went, at least in his pre-motorcycle days when all it took was tennis shoes and determined stalking. We lived... (more)
“Where is God? ...Go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double-bolting on the inside. After that, silence.”– C.S. Lewis, after the death of his wife.
God is omni-present; but it seems every now and then He is omni-absent. The sign on the door says "Gone Fishing," the lights are out, the doorbell dings in an empty room, the No Vacancy sign is on . . . drive on down the road . . . alone. Yes, I know that is not true; He never leaves me; He never leaves you. He’s right there.... (more)
...be put on the cross of heartache and betrayal. I had to lose everything to find the real me. Not the me created by the fan club of a very generic “God”, but the me that is reality. Only as I went through those fires did the impurities of my fake belief come to the surface. I hid in my religion. I pretended everything was fine and argued with a grandiose and severe speech that condemned other points of view and defended mine. During this humbling process of losing everything I believed in, I was aware of all my pride and boasting. I was aware of not seeing people for who they are,... (more)
Lord, I crawled across the barrenness to you with my empty cup uncertain in asking for any small drop of refreshment. If only I had known you better, I'd have come running with a bucket. -- Nancy Spielberg
I doubt if there is anyone who does not on occasion doubt. At least himself. I know the illustration: we don’t think about whether a chair is going to hold us up; we just sit. But I also know that sometimes we just miss the chair altogether and we’re on the floor in pain and it is just there: a chair. A mocking chair.
Rather than admit to doubt, some of us parade in false... (more)
“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” -- Matthew 22:36-40
Christians do few things worse than share the love of Christ and the reality of healing and forgiveness with the sexually-disses among us. That would be the disoriented, the disappointed, the disturbed and the roundly discussed and often... (more)
I will always be one who looks back. Out of my past, with all its levels of conjured contentedness concealed between cushions of deceit, I draw my emotion. In the losses, I find my determination. In the pain, I uncover energy to search for the truth of healing. In the regret, I discover grace. Out of the stupidity of ill-conceived actions and words, I hunger for wisdom. In the layers of the past, I see the unfolding of the future.
On some days, it is as if I am still stuck back there; on others it is as if I never was. Such is an Odyssey of Grace, a clumsy reconciling of sin and shame... (more)
I love Christmas. Granted, some Christmas Days turn out better than others and become more memorable, but all of them find their way into the memory bank. Somehow life takes us far too quickly from squirming in our beds in footy pajamas, one-eye-open, pledging to go sleepless and catch Santa in the act . . . to sitting cross-legged in sweatpants on the living room floor, both eyes bleary, yearning for sleep, fumbling in the act of being Santa . . . to rising for breakfast and a peaceful quiet morning with just our one true love again, Santa just a memory. The meaningful misery of Christmas... (more)
Christmas fast approaches. Here we are, now in the third week of December. I’m slightly worried; I’m concerned that another tradition may be dying: I’ve yet to see a press article bemoaning the ‘commercialisation’ of the festival, or hear some finger-wagging moralist droning on about how we have all forgotten the ‘true meaning’ of Christmas, meaning the Christian meaning!
There is no scriptural evidence for the date of Christ’s birth. December 25 was alighted on several centuries later because, by happy coincidence, it was a traditionally happy time in the Roman world, the height of... (more)
Religion. It's a touchy subject. Instantly, it brings up many subtopics and views when brought upon in conversation.
Islam on the other hand, adds even more controversy to the debate as we live in a world of Islamaphobia.
It's a chilly night in Beijing as I'm weaving my way in and out a very packed aisle on board my flight to Karachi. I get to my seat after some effort. Every time I get my seat assignment, I secretly hope that it's someone nice and intelligent siting next to me; you know, someone I can make conversation with. Ah, 23L, here it is.
I look up to see a middle-aged... (more)