In trying to commend Christ to our non-Christian friends, should we be trying to be more like him, or more like them?
My song is love unknown, My Saviour’s love to me; Love to the loveless shown, That they might lovely be.
I’ve been reading Edward T. Welch’s When People Are Big And God Is Small. In it, he says this: We know that we are created to live in relationship with other people, and in these relationships we are to love, encourage, and comfort each other, but is the purpose of these relationships to bolster our self-esteem?
Which pieces of music move you to tears every time you hear them? Here’s one of mine: John Tavener’s The Lamb, based on the poem by William Blake. So pure and unearthly, it seemed right to post it today.
How serious is the evil inside us? When the final self-help program has been concluded, and the last new leaf has been turned, what will it take to fully and finally deal with it?