Reflections of an Undeconstructed Pentecostal
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.
Since the publication of The Shack I’ve read and heard many discussions about its portrayal of God as a black woman. Since I didn’t read the book I’ve reserved comment. But I’ve been thinking about the images of God in the Bible and in Christian art and iconography.
Continue reading “Is the God of The Shack the God of the Bible?”
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.
Continue reading “My Struggle with Prayer”
When Jesus was prophetically speaking to the churches of Asia Minor (Revelation 2-3), he concluded each message with these words:
“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”
Continue reading “Listening in the Spirit”
I will pray for the success of the Trump administration, even though I did not vote for Mr. Trump. I pray that God will grant him wisdom to govern justly and the discipline to bridle his tongue. Christians are encouraged to “honor the king,” and to “give to Caesar that which belongs to Caesar.” Therefore, disciples of Jesus Christ should seek to respect everyone in authority, whether Democrat or Republican.
Continue reading “Kings, Prophets, and President Trump”
I was only ten years old when Martin Luther King was assassinated. As a child of the south I lived through the integration of public schools and heard the racist dialogue of adults all around me. When Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed no one in my circle mourned.
Continue reading “Remembering Martin Luther King, Jr.”
