I want to learn from everybody.
I believe God has a future for ethnic Israel.
I’ve always wondered, am I a writer who preaches or a preacher who writes? I don’t know. I love them both.
I just want to preach so bad I can hardly stand it. I love what I do.
I owe my life and hope to the gospel. Without it I would still be strutting with racist pride, or I would be suffering the moral paralysis of ‘white guilt.’ But the gospel has an answer to both pride and guilt.
You do the hundreds of things that a Christward heart does in the hope that God will put a match to those little sparks to cause it to become a conflagration in a community or in a nation.
There are many pointers in the Bible concerning the rightness, the goodness, the beauty, the justice, the preciousness of racial harmony and diversity.
I am not a good example of an urban pastor. Because of the way I believe God calls me to use my time, I don’t have significant relationships with most of my neighbors.
The giving of the Quran is in Islam what the incarnation of Christ is to Christianity. If this is so, then Quran-burning is parallel to Christ-crucifying.
The saving love of God is his doing whatever must be done, at great cost to himself, and for the least deserving, so that he might enthrall them with what will make them supremely happy forever, namely, himself.
God was alive when this universe exploded into existence. He was alive when Socrates drank his poison. He was the living God when William Bradford governed Plymouth Colony. He was the living God in 1966 when Thomas Altizer proclaimed him dead and Time magazine absolutely absurdly put it on the front cover.
Little hearts, little souls give little lusts big power. Big hearts give little lusts little power.
Few things give rise to imprecise rhetoric like the issue of race. It’s understandable, but damaging.
The Christian – the biblical – concept of mercy toward wrongdoers only exists in relation to justice. Showing mercy, in relation to wrongdoing, means treating someone better than they deserve.
Homosexual behavior has been exploited, and reveled in, and celebrated in art, for millennia.