born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
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 →
“To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, when Nathan the prophet went to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin! For I... Continue Reading →
In Shakespeare’s Othello, Iago is the master manipulator. He plants seeds of doubt in Othello’s mind, ultimately leading him to destruction. He doesn’t just attack openly; instead, he baits Othello with a false sense of security and then twists situations to make himself look like the victim. This kind of manipulative bullying isn’t new—it’s an... Continue Reading →
No one: Hey, it would be fun to revisit your trip to Egypt, Jordan, and Israel in 2019. For the next few days, you should post letters describing each day. Me: Say less Dear Friends, I hope this letter finds you all in good health and spirits. As I journey through Israel's remarkable landscapes, I am reminded... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 