born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
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 →
Off and on I post pictures from my youth. Throwback Thursday is a gift. What surprises me is how many people want to hide the “uncool” stuff. I was not cool then. I am not cool now. I have made peace with this. I am not ashamed of the dorky, geeky parts of my past,... Continue Reading →
Lange, Dorothea, photographer. Eighteen year-old mother from Oklahoma, now a California migrant. United States California, 1937. Mar. Photograph. https://www.loc.gov/item/2017769788/. My own family history follows that same migration route. The old man watched the boy from across the parking lot and he knew what the boy was before he knew his name. He knew it the way... Continue Reading →
There is a nameless weight most of us carry. It is not the weight of effort, though the effort is real. It is the weight of outcomes. You said the right thing to the right person at the right time. You taught the class for the third year in a row. You sent the text... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 