born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
The technician turns the monitor toward you, and there it is. Your own spine, the curve of it, the wear at the joints, the places where the years have pressed down. Nothing is hidden. “Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day” (2 Corinthians 4.16). Paul essentially validates... Continue Reading →
Rich but Foolish. A reading of Luke 12.13-21. “Someone in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.” But he said to him, “Man, who made me a judge or arbitrator over you?” And he said to them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness,... Continue Reading →
You know the kind of tired that sleep does not touch. You wake already behind. The list resets. The effort never seems to close the gap between who you are and who you think you should be. Into that weariness, Scripture speaks two words that sound like rivals. Two verses seem to pull in opposite... Continue Reading →
Luke 19.11-27 The road out of Jericho rises fast. You gain about 3,300 feet in seventeen miles, and on the western edge of the city you pass the ruins of Herod’s winter palace, last remodeled by his son Archelaus before Rome stripped him of power and sent him into exile. Every Jew walking that road... Continue Reading →
and "scholarly consensus" It starts with a browser tab you didn’t mean to open. You’re supposed to be finishing a lesson plan. Instead, somewhere between an email and a grading window, a link catches your eye: “Are the Gospels Really Eyewitness Accounts?” Serious academic credentials on the sidebar. Not a drive-by blog. You tell yourself you’ll just... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 