born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
Papyrus 87 (𝔓87), Philemon 13–15. P. Col. theol. 12, Köln, Institut fĂĽr Altertumskunde. CSNTM. Paul writes from prison with an impossible request. He is sending back a runaway slave named Onesimus to his master Philemon, asking him to receive Onesimus not as property but as a brother. Under Roman law, Philemon had absolute authority over... Continue Reading →
Noli Me Tangere, by Fra Angelico (c. 1440–1441) I think that most of us know the small ache of being misunderstood. Not seen. Reduced to a role that does not quite fit. We carry it from a workplace where we feel invisible, from a home where words land harder than they should, from rooms where... Continue Reading →
David sits in his palace of cedar, finally at rest. The wars are won. The kingdom is secure. God has given him peace from every enemy. In that stillness, David looks around and feels the weight of disproportion. “I dwell in a house of cedar, but the ark of God dwells in a tent.” It... Continue Reading →
2 Kings 6.8-23; Psalm 34.7; Romans 8.31; Luke 24.13-35 Me in 1987, poised on the running board of a 1939 Desoto In 1987, the world felt full of boundless possibilities. It still does. Stranger still is how Things seem to have always been that way. We all begin life with a sense of wonder. As children, every day felt expansive and safe,... Continue Reading →
Bernardo Cavallino, The Stoning of Saint Stephen, c. 1641–1642. Oil on canvas. Museo del Prado, Madrid. Public domain. Some weeks feel heavier than others. A sense that life presses harder than we expected. A fear that we are not as faithful as we wish. Or a longing for God to break in with mercy again.... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 