Why don’t you just try to win them over…? A complaint that I’ve heard frequently goes something like this. If you have a grievance against
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This is the 6th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. One of my favourite novels
This is Holy Saturday. It’s an in-between day, a limbo. It is deeply unsettling, especially if you need your world to be categorisable, identifiable, graspable.
For this Maundy Thursday, here’s a favourite purple passage. If I’d been on the ball, I would have obviously put the Alan Paton passage tonight.
I’ve not stopped writing! I’m just writing loads of things elsewhere so inevitably it’s been a challenge to keep up with things on the blog.
There is an emotional complexity to this wonderful painting by Swiss artist Eugène Burnand. I know very little about him, apart from the usual resort of Wikipedia. But he manages to capture a moment of almost frantic inquisitiveness, as Peter and his young, fellow-disciple John rush in the golden sunrise light to the burial garden. Their faces seem filled with anxiety, confusion, hope, wonder, and longing all at once. Hoping against hope, but fearing a con, or something worse? Could Mary Magdalene, first to visit the tomb, possibly have been right…?