born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
Ruins of the Omride royal palace on the acropolis of ancient Samaria (Sebastia), laid waste in the Assyrian conquest of 722–720 BCE. C.S. Lewis answered that question in Oxford, 1939. The Second World War had just begun. Students were asking whether the life of the mind still mattered. His reply, later published as “Learning in War-Time,” was... Continue Reading →
Everyone believes. The question is what your belief can bear. Most of us don’t meet bad theology first in a classroom. We meet it on our phones. You’re scrolling between emails and grocery lists and there it is: a polished graphic announcing that Christianity is just re-branded paganism, or a reel claiming some ancient myth... Continue Reading →
Rock-cut façade of the Tomb of ‘Unayshu in Petra, Jordan, carved high into the Jabal al-Khubtha cliff above smaller cave openings along the Street of Facades, near the Nabataean theatre, photographed in 2019. Inside some of my current reading is a deceptively simple question: what can guide man? Across a handful of ancient and modern... Continue Reading →
© Verity Milligan, veritymilliganphotography.com. In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead.Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up... Continue Reading →
Yosemite’s Tunnel View, 2018. The scene reads almost like a thesis in stone: creation is not merely habitable, it is enchanting, and such enchantment moves the mind toward questions only the Creator can finally answer. The gospel is not only true. It is beautiful. John says, "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 