This morning I preached for the Pro-Life MS sidewalk counselors in front of the Jackson Women’s Health Organization, or as the folks who work there call themselves “The Last Abortion Clinic.” I have done this a few times in my life, and while I know that street preaching and sidewalk counseling and protesting is not everyone’s style, I believe that this is something that I need to do from time to time. I think it is important. It is important for me to make a sort of witness, but I think what is even more important (for me at least) is for me to know what the reality of the abortion crisis is like. Obviously, the sidewalks outside the JWHO are only a small part of this reality, and they are extreme, to be sure, but they are still real. Real people go in and out of that clinic, and real decisions are made about real lives. It is important to know what the people are like who engage in pro-life activities, and it is important to know what the pro-abortion advocates are like. This morning had a particularly harrowing effect upon me.
As I was leading the morning liturgy, a service that included the singing of psalms and hymns, the reading of scripture, a confession of our sins, a homily, and praying for the clinic and world, the escorts (that is what the security guards and supporters of the JWHO call themselves) began to play the radio loudly. I understand why they do this. It’s within their rights and has its own sort of logic, but the song they played cut me to the heart. It was “Hey Joe.” Continue reading
After a lot of hard work, we’ve given TCI a makeover. Please be sure to have a look!
Having focused my more academic-theological efforts over at The Calvinist International, I thought I’d like to keep this blog active as well, but turn it towards more personal and pastoral reflections. I suppose that will make it more of a traditional blog.
Being a new father, I’ve got a lot of “personal” and “pastoral” things on my mind lately. Hopefully this turn will be helpful to my old readership and even attractive for a new group of readers.
Peter Escalante and I are ready to unveil a new web project. The Calvinist International will be a new site where we will post regular essays, editorials, and book reviews. I will be focusing my energy there for the foreseeable future, and so I invite you to follow the newest material over there.
My panel is called “People of God? The Role of Political Hebraism in America.” The initial inspiration was Eric Nelson’s book The Hebrew Republic, but the papers are all broader, looking at the ways in which the Bible was used in and Israel was taken as a model for American politics. Here’s the info:
I’m sorry to have run away from this blog recently (and in the middle of my Trinitarian Series as well!). I will try to finish the current series up, explaining the monarchy of the Father and eternal generation and spiration. Afterwards, I will begin some political stuff that I’ve been working on behind the scenes. I might even give some thoughts on the Norway stuff. Don’t lose faith in me. I shall return!
Also, my wife has a wonderful cooking blog here: http://ofspiceandlife.wordpress.com/
Check it out, and see how my eating has improved over the last year.
This is only a portion of his La Corona, but I always like to read it at this time of year:
|Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,
Weaved in my lone devout melancholy,
Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury,
All changing unchanged Ancient of days.
But do not with a vile crown of frail bays
Reward my Muse’s white sincerity ;
But what Thy thorny crown gain’d, that give me,
A crown of glory, which doth flower always.
The ends crown our works, but Thou crown’st our ends,
For at our ends begins our endless rest.
The first last end, now zealously possess’d,
With a strong sober thirst my soul attends.
‘Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high ;
Salvation to all that will is nigh.
Salvation to all that will is nigh ;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo ! faithful Virgin, yields Himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb ; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He’ll wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother ;
Whom thou conceivest, conceived ; yea, thou art now
Thy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother,
Thou hast light in dark, and shutt’st in little room
Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb.
Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come.
But O ! for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room ?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th’ orient,
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod’s jealous general doom.
See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee ?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.
Some good stuff here. I’ll have to give it a go in the future. Not right now though.