The Good Word
A blog on Scripture and preaching from John W. Martens, America's Word columnist, and the Rev. Terrance W. Klein, the author of Vanity Faith.
Jan 23 2015 - 11:49am0 comments
I know the sound of despondency. I hear a lot of it in confession. People come to acknowledge their sins, but, as their story unfolds, they can’t help but to express a dejected soul, one wounded over some intractable relationship. It’s always a relationship. Despondency would seem to make more sense with a diagnosis, but health doesn’t make any promises, which is why it torments us less than relationships. Failing a miracle, a terminal illness moves on ineluctably. We pray for the best, but...
Jan 22 2015 - 11:21am0 comments
This is the ninth entry in the Bible Junkies Online Commentary on the Acts of the Apostles.
Jan 16 2015 - 11:14am1 comment
In 1991 the blade of a bulldozer, doing roadwork in Turkey, hit a small metal object. Upon examination, it proved to be an ancient sword. Very ancient indeed. Forged in Greece, it had made its way to the Middle East, where it was taken as battle booty and received this inscription, in 1430 B.C. “As Tudhaliyas the Great King shattered the Assuwa country, he dedicated these swords to the storm-god his Lord.”
Jan 12 2015 - 7:22pm0 comments
This is the eighth entry in the Bible Junkies Online Commentary on the Acts of the Apostles. The first entry covered some of the major critical, technical and background issues that will concern us as we read through and comment on the Acts. The second post, found here, considered the prologue to the Acts of...
Jan 9 2015 - 10:53am1 comment
Saturday, 7 p.m. Though neither of us yet knows, ineluctable forces are already moving young Anthony and me toward our terrifying rendezvous. I have baptisms after the Spanish language Mass. Gregorio has lit the large Paschal Candle, which stands on its impressive, sculpted stand near the font. Four or five families, not all that many for us, are attending Mass in preparation for the sacrament.
Jan 2 2015 - 8:09am1 comment
We know nothing of Lila’s parents. We meet her in a home for migrant workers, where, for the most part, she is ignored and neglected. In the opening words of Lila, Marilynne Robinson’s new novel, “The child was just there on the stoop in the dark, hugging herself against the cold, all cried out and nearly sleeping.