Charles Darwin is a great British hero. That’s hardly surprising, since he was one of the most influential thinkers of the past 200 years. I happened to live opposite Darwin’s former lodgings when I was a student at Cambridge University, so I looked out each morning on a blue plaque hailing him as one of the greatest Britons who ever lived. I’m not saying he didn’t deserve that commemorative plaque, but I should point out that he wasn’t a British hero but a British villain. You don’t need to be a Bible-thumping evangelical to question whether Darwin’s thinking deserves to be given a bit more thought.
Whatever your views on origins and evolution, we can hopefully all agree that, at present, we give far too much honor to the British thinker who justified genocide.
Don’t be afraid to preach just like you were called to preach. I practice expository preaching. I preach through books and large sections of the Bible and work to cover all of the material in each section. But occasionally, God gives me sermons that do not fit the general rule. There are times when God shows up in a single verse or even just a few words.
A few weeks ago I wrote an article titled What We Lost When We Lost Our Hymnals and was rather surprised to see 300,000 people stop by to read it! I meant to point out that there are consequences in shifting from one medium to another—in this case, shifting from hymnals to PowerPoint projection. (I use “PowerPoint” to stand in for all forms of projection.) It is true of every new technology that it brings benefits and drawbacks. Neither hymnals nor PowerPoint are exempt from the rule.
When Courtney and I adopted Penelope from Ethiopia in 2012, we knew we would face questions about our multiracial family. We also knew she would face the questions and challenges of being a brown girl in a white family.
What we didn’t expect was to face these questions and challenges at the age of 5.
Changing seasons and changing moods go hand in hand. You wake up one morning to an unseasonably warm day, and all is right in the world. You hear the birds chirping, see the blooms emerging on the trees, and bask in the glow of the sun.
The beauty of the world is matched by the spring in your steps and the hope that floods you soul. Life’s not all that bad, right?
Stop Calling Hebrews 11 The “Hall of Faith”
It’s plain to see the connections. Hall of Fame, ah, Hall of Faith. But a Christian-spin-cycle on a cultural shrine and a low-hanging play on words isn’t always helpful to understanding the Kingdom of Christ. Blessed are the meek. Blessed are those who take the seat at the end of the table, and the ones who aren’t always yelling shotgun in the parking lot of the world.
A Hall of Fame riff toward a Hall of Faith doesn’t compute with the ways of our meek Messiah. It smells clever but is undercooked in its meaning.
A favorite from the archives:
As a child, I was heavily exposed to the fear of global warming and acid rain. But it didn’t really change my life that much. Nor did it really seem to change the habits of anyone else I knew, either. But I did slowly see it starting to change how people wanted to present themselves. Though there was little overt pressure, people seemed to want to appear to be environmentally conscious, even if they didn’t really care all that much.
Because thinking about something is just as good as doing it, right?