Archive for April 2008
One last time: These chapters in John’s story—thirteen through seventeen—comprise Jesus’ final words with his apprentices before his death. And these final words of Jesus luxuriate across five of the twenty-one chapters—almost a fourth of John’s story! John slows no other moment so deliberately (the crucifixion, for instance, rates a mere half-chapter!)
And in this slo-mo, frame-by-frame view, what’s the topic? Relationships. With him, with each other, with people who don’t understand and people who do.
“If you love me, show it by doing what I’ve told you.” And what’s that? Ah, let’s see, he said this and this and this, so we’ll love him if we follow the formulae precisely, right? If we mind every detail?
Exactly … wrong! Read the rest of this entry »
Speaking of Jeremiah Wright (as I was in the previous post), Homeyra and 99 (whose post is called I’m stoked about Father Michael Pfleger) tipped me off to this remarkable video interchange between a white priest— a friend of Rev. Wright—and a Fox News reporter.
Father Pfleger firmly but gently rebukes the oversimplifications and corrects the errors, point by point, though apparently taken by surprise. It is simply excellent, and he represents Jesus admirably. Much good here!
[Update: I posted this clip at my Clipmarks page, too, and Dulios, a clipper whom I admire, left this comment: Father Pfleger is a hero to those of us in Chicago who fight for social and economic justice. He deserves a wider audience! Isn't it great what you can learn from friends on the web?]
Tags: Jeremiah+Wright, Michael+Pfleger, Fox+News, racism, preaching+hate, Obamas+pastor, Monte Asbury
April 13, 2008—Acts 2:42-47; Psalm 23; 1 Peter 2:19-25; John 10:1-10
Let’s say you breed beautiful, valuable hunting dogs. You have new puppies. You keep them in your fenced yard.
One afternoon, you come home early, walk into the house, look out the kitchen window. You’re watch the puppies play – when a stranger pops his head up beyond the fence, looks around, throws one leg over, and rolls over into the yard. Read the rest of this entry »