born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
Arthur Köpcke. Reading Work Piece No. 10: fill with own imagination. 1962 MOMA Yesterday I learned a new word, or rather, I learned how to pronounce one. Not a rare word, not something buried in ancient texts, but a word I may have encountered countless times without ever hearing it spoken aloud: academician. When a... Continue Reading →
We live in the age of the personal brand. LinkedIn profiles showcase our achievements in the most compelling language possible. Instagram stories curate our highlight reels. Even our bio sections have become miniature monuments to our accomplishments. We celebrate the "self-made" person, the one who climbs highest, speaks loudest, and demands recognition. But what if... Continue Reading →
When I first became a preacher and husband, I thought I had everything figured out. I believed my ability to lead came from hard work, knowledge, and pushing through whatever came my way. I didn’t realize that pride was creeping in, making things more complicated than they needed to be. Looking back, I see that... Continue Reading →
In every age, there whispers the tale of leaders seduced by power, only to see their dominions, as transient as paper, dissolve beneath the weight of their arrogance. The Scriptures cast light on this human penchant with narratives that resonate across the ages. Through the lives of monarchs and prophets, of affluence and ruin, the... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 