In our culture, graduation from high school is the rite of passage that signifies adulthood. Your parents know this and they weep for the loss of their child; and they rejoice in welcoming you into adulthood. I’ve often said that there are three great milestones for parents in rearing their children.
Since the beginning of the 2016 presidential race Christians in America have anointed their candidate with a prophetic mantle. Christians on the right and left have espoused their peculiar blends of Christian faith and American politics, and of course since both are inspired of God, both must be right. But the division, which borders on ecclesiastical schizophrenia, has left the church with a confused voice. In the midst of the confusion, Steven M. Studebaker has offered A Pentecostal Political Theology for American Renewal: Spirit of the Kingdoms, Citizens of the Cities.
If you’re cool with God as a white grandfather, then be cool with God as a black woman. God is neither. God is Spirit.
I have not read The Shack, nor seen the movie (yet). I just don’t get into Christian fiction. The last Christian fiction I read was Ben-Hur and that was in high school. Well, I do read ancient Christian fiction – the apocryphal writings of the first centuries of the Christian movement. But let’s talk about The Shack.
I have prayed since I was a child. When I was a child, I prayed like a child. I recall one prayer in which I vowed to God that I would uphold “truth, justice, and the American way” if God would give me the powers of Superman. Other childhood prayers were more serious, like the time I prayed for my brother to come home from the hospital after he suffered an asthma attack.