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Friday, March 20, 2015
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Here's a review of a book by Philip Yancey, which also includes an excerpt that refers to the movie The Drop Box.
It's like getting a hit from a double-barreled shotgun, one of grace,
the other of mercy. Maybe a shotgun is not the best theological metaphor
here, but you get the point. Read the book and see the movie if you
want to immerse yourself in the splendor of faith.
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Here's a disturbing trend that I hope will not continue:
Hippocratic-believing professionals, such as faithful Catholics and Muslims, are increasingly being pressured to practice medicine without regard to their personal faith or conscience beliefs. This moral intolerance is slowly being imbedded into law. | ||
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I admire people who dedicate themselves to an activity that has little
social prestige or reward. They just do it because there is something
about it that fascinates them. That fascination is a divine gift, I
believe, and I think it even applies to pole vaulters.
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The former editor in chief at Christianity Today wrote a column on the religious roots of civil rights era protest songs like "We Shall Overcome." But the adaptation of hymns to social protest started long before the 1960s:
Evangelicalism has always been a song factory. The tunes I listed arose within its most populist forms—which were also a seedbed for abolitionism, the temperance movement, urban ministry, and one vital stream of woman suffrage. | ||
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I should know better. My business is words. But here are a bunch of words I now see I didn't know how to pronounce. Yikes!
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Grace and peace,
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