There was something about Christopher Hitchens that Christians liked.
[A letter written by Mary Love to her husband, the Welsh preacher Christopher Love, who was about to be executed. He was accused of conspiring against Oliver Cromwell to restore the monarchy, and she was pregnant with their sixth child.]
Richard Sibbes’ The Bruised Reed carries with it the aroma of a man who has been bruised himself, so tenderly is it phrased.
This afternoon at 3.15pm (UK time), John Stott died in his retirement home at St. Barnabas College.
In a shocking revelation, the palace has confirmed that the Prince has married a prostitute.
Christopher Hitchens is battling stage 4 cancer. “And the thing to note about stage 4,” he observes dryly in a recent interview, “is that there is no stage 5.” As a passionate atheist, he doesn’t believe in an afterlife. Which makes the prospect of death all the more frightening to him:
Today in 1758, Jonathan Edwards died. Not many books have caused me to sob audibly, and even fewer while reading in a public library, but Edwards’ Images or Shadows of Divine Things is just such a book.
I spoke recently about “being clean.” It was for a guest service at All Souls, Langham Place, and you can find the audio here.
“It bears repeating: All love, all real, life-changing love, is substitutionary sacrifice. You have never loved a broken person, you have never loved a guilty person, you have never loved a hurting person except through substitutionary sacrifice…
Yesterday at All Souls, Langham Place, I kicked off a preaching series on Mark’s Gospel.