All tagged Advent

The Hope of a Heavenly Boy

The ensuing lines come from a poem entitled, “New Heaven, New War” by Robert Southwell, a Jesuit priest, missionary, and poet in post-Reformation England. It is my estimation that these are some of the most fervent, worshipful lines that could be reflected upon this Christmas.

The Economics of the Incarnation

I don’t like the axiom, “Remember the reason for season.” Christians like to brandish this phrase on all manner of social media posts as they opine a society that has seemingly forgotten what Christmas is all about. The commercialization of Christmas has superseded the meaning of the season.

Advent Angst

For many, Christmas is anything but the “most wonderful time of the year.” Rather, it’s the most excruciatingly, painfully dark time of the year. It reminds them of past “would’a-coulda’s” and “should’ve-been’s.” The gifts received are nothing compared to the treasures lost.

Eternity in a Feeding Trough

The drum of Scripture continually beats a theme that, unless consciously and carefully observed, will go largely unnoticed. Some portions of the inspired Word speak to this theme louder than others. Others require a vigilant reading between-the-lines interpretation to decipher what the Lord’s telling us.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, readers! Thank you so much for sticking with me this past year. I’m looking forward to many more exciting things to come in 2017 — chief of which is the birth of my daughter, Lydia!

Recovering the Remarkability of Our Redemption

I think one of the most unintentionally hilarious songs during the Christmas season is the umpteenth rendition of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” — because despite the wonderful sentiment, it’s not always the “hap-happiest season of all.” Sometimes, it’s quite the opposite.

Remarkable Redemption

With our ever-increasing commercialized society, words have lost much of their former weight and glory. The power and emphasis they held and arrested our minds with is now reduced to a slight pause. We’re no long capture or enthralled by the written language, save for when it’s constructed into 140-characters, or less.