transformation
Not so long ago, people were displaced, families disrupted, battles fought, and arguments heated, over the question of whether the Lord’s Supper involves any transformation of substance. John Calvin came down strongly on the ‘no’ side. In a word, what he sought to point out was that bread “did not literally become” flesh, and that being…
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pretence
We are all profoundly pretentious when we act as if our story of the world is adequate, when in fact the Janus in us knows that it’s just as broken as everyone else’s.
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Rainbow
With Oreo having triggered a lovely ruckus earlier this week, I note – tongue emphatically implanted in jowl – that colourful commitments should not really be foreign to fundies. We’ve all shared this flag for a long time now. For those of us whose God is Yahweh, the rainbow waves in solidarity with covenant faithfulness.…
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Providence Reflection
There’s a unique privilege that I enjoy, in renting a room next-door to a place of worship. In particular the steeple at Providence has often given me cause to reflect, on the majesty and grace of (church) community, as it lives out its vision for a compelling presence in the world. But I’m also reminded…
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Varney Speedway
Onomatopoeic stroke of adversity sprung from a brush loaded with layers and layers and seasons of painted brightness, numerous vehicular numerals, suddenly torn from their nestled velocities suddenly (tragically) set on a trajectory towards a terminus of jeering concrete! Varney Speedway’s corner four (sharpest in the country) is a boundary defined: experience as enjoyed and/or…
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sacred reason
Which form of reason do you consider sacred. Your own reason? Western reason? If pop culture and movies become your paradigm of interpretation, do issues of truth and reason magically fall away?
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Marx and Foucault
Crude Marxism says “there is the base and the superstructure, and there is nothing else.” In this view, Peter Jennings gets up in the morning and asks his boss “what’s the spin today”? But don’t you think Mr. Jennings has any personal integrity? If you worked with him you would realize that he does. It’s “both,…
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montreal poem
Gotta get some bearings today, feel like I’m coasting. with ease, through this journey now. Like I could love everyone and do anything. Playfully the 5th floor Montreal wind chime renders visbile the breeze’s bristle. Whistle as it may, the dust from which I came is blowing by in a hurry But I’m not scurrying…
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