Today we’re wrapping things up at ERLC 2016 with the post-conference on faith and politics. It’s been a long couple days, but filled with lots of encouraging stories and time hanging out with good people while sharing the value of The Gospel Project.
Today, I’ve got a couple of Kindle deals to recommend to y’all:
- The Life of God in the Soul of the Church by Thabiti Anyabwile—$2.99 (one I highly recommend)
- Relationships: A Mess Worth Making by Timothy Lane and Paul Tripp—$2.99
- A Christian’s Pocket Guide to Loving the Old Testament by Alec Motyer—$1.99
- A Christian’s Pocket Guide to Papacy by Leonardo De Chirico—$1.99
- A Little Bird Told Me: Everyday Expressions from Scripture by Timothy Cross—$2.99
- Seeking the Face of God by Martyn Lloyd-Jones—$3.99
- A Shelter in the Time of Storm by Paul Tripp—$3.99
- Whiter than Snow by Paul Tripp—$3.99
- Journey to Joy by Josh Moody—$3.99
But when Fellowship debuted, evangelicals were flummoxed. Here was a PG-13 adaptation of a novel written by a traditional Catholic in the latter half of the 20th century. I had never heard of J.R.R. Tolkien when I saw the movie in December 2001, and neither had most of my family or friends. But enough Christians knew about the books to herald the coming of the movies as a significant moment for believers and Hollywood.
My best friend became a loser right around age 14. I had hopped a Greyhound from Hamilton to the far side of Toronto to spend a weekend with Paul. We sat down to do what boys that age do—probably something destructive—and he popped a new tape into his stereo. “These guys are Christians.” I scoffed. “They’re called Petra. The album is Beyond Belief.” I laughed. What a weakling. It really was beyond belief. He and I used to listen to Duran Duran together. Bon Jovi. Guns N’ Roses. And now we were going to listen to this tripe? Come on. Plus they can’t actually be Christians. Not good Christians, anyway. They play electric guitar! They’ve got long hair, for pity’s sake!
By foregoing marriage now, singleness is a way of both anticipating this reality and testifying to its goodness. It’s a way of saying this future reality is so certain that we can live according to it now. If marriage shows us the shape of the gospel, singleness shows us its sufficiency. It’s a way of declaring to a world obsessed with sexual and romantic intimacy that these things are not ultimate, and that in Christ we possess what is.
Justin Taylor casts light on what appears to be a dark time for Christianity in North America.
My children are still establishing themselves as adults. There are still “growing pains,” albeit much more complicated ones. I continue to hold my breath, waiting, sometimes late at night, wondering: can I relax now?
Jeff Robinson interviews Matt Pinson. It’s a pretty interesting piece, one that I hope opens up some appropriate and healthy discussion.
Christianity is spiritual warfare. Anyone who reads the Scriptures with any degree of honesty will immediately recognize that when Christ enlisted us into His everlasting Kingdom, He enlisted us into a spiritual battle in this fallen world. This means, of course, that our Christian lives will be fraught with trials and tribulation. Anyone who has sought to walk faithfully with the Lord for any length of time has experienced some of these difficulties already. There is one thing that you can bank on if you are seeking to faithfully fight the good fight of faith…battle wounds will abound. Sometimes those wounds come from an employer, a family member, a neighbor or a fellow classmate. Sometimes, however, these wounds come from a brother or sister in the faith. Friendly (and sometimes “not-so-friendly”) fire is one of the great detriments to the progress of the Church in the world; yet, it is all too common. Why do so many in the church suffer from intramural battle wounds?
A favorite from the archives:
One Easter weekend, about seven years ago now, I was making a sandwich, and I had to put the knife I was using down because my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I’d been running off my feet for months—years, actually. My body said “when.” But there was something else, too. It wasn’t just my body that was making me stop. It was a realization that I was living in a way that didn’t reflect my theoretical theology.