General Posts

Farm workers harvesting strawberries in a field on a foggy day, one carrying a flat of berries on his shoulder

As I read the data, — not yet. But, notwithstanding blatantly stupid actions by Trump to reinstate coal and notwithstanding the outrageous practices of Exxon and peers who keep pushing the poison, ordinary people stubbornly and with some self-interest (nothingRead More →

An older person wearing a hat and backpack with red straps walks alone on a gravel path bordered by grass and vegetation, moving steadily forward.

The great nineteenth-century Christian philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard, proposed that those, like me, who keep trying to figure out what it might mean to follow Jesus, should ponder what Kierkegaard called “the leap of faith.” That used to make lots ofRead More →

Stained glass church window with three tall arched panels depicting robed biblical figures, set against a pastoral background of trees and rolling hills.

Our era of world-history is like every other. Which is a bland truism, of course. And every day of our experience is fleeting, another bland truism. Much more to the truistic essence, however, is the ancient voice of Ecclesiastes 1:9Read More →

Green grass with a curved edge by a body of water, trees are on the other side of the water and tall city buildings are behind the trees

The Gospel that many Christians are seeking to proclaim today is, in one formulation, this: good news will sooner or later carry the day. Here are some of the particulars of that message: in the power of the Spirit, JesusRead More →

Outdoor baptism ceremony: an adult holds an infant over a large barrel used as a baptismal font, with onlookers gathered on a grassy lawn.

Theologically and vocationally, I learned early on to take the Sacrament of Baptism with utmost seriousness. Probably this was for two main reasons, first my doctoral studies in Luther’s sacramental theology, working under the tutelage of the eminent Reformation historian,Read More →

Black-and-white photo of museum visitors viewing Picasso's Guernica painting, which depicts a chaotic scene with a bull, a horse, and anguished human figures.

Out of touch as I am, I almost never wear headphones. But I did sit in a padded room once, I forget what the occasion was, which was flooded with sound. It might have been selections from a Beethoven symphony.Read More →

Memorial Church in Harvard, white steeple, columns on the lower part

I’ll get to polysemosity right away. But first think of this. Those of us who identify with the traditions of the Protestant Reformation are generally more comfortable, spiritually, with sounds rather than with sights. Think about two of our traditionalRead More →

Pot of colorful stew as seen from above

A Melting pot: That’s the oldest and a rightfully discredited metaphor, even though more than a few still believe. Everyone’s the same. Or so it is said. A Stew: That’s the metaphor once proposed by Jesse Jackson – each elementRead More →

Skeleton of an animal skull and teeth, red colored

Most first-year humanities students will have heard this famous, perhaps infamous, utterance by the British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892). It first registered in my soul during my first year of college in an introductory humanities course. The lecturer tookRead More →

A single water droplet hanging from the tip of a green aloe leaf, with the surrounding garden reflected inside the drop

One of my college roommates turned out to be a world class physicist. The last time I heard Barry Berman’s voice in public was many years ago, when my wife and I were driving the long-haul route, via the PennsylvaniaRead More →

A loaf of crusty bread, partly broken into pieces, beside an ornate pewter communion chalice on a linen cloth against a dark background

‘Tis a gift to be simple. ‘Tis a gift to be free. In our hyper-technological age, where so much is so complex, that Shaker virtue is often unattainable. Think of what it takes for our astronauts to rocket around theRead More →

A photograph of layered forested mountains and mountains under an overcast sky. In the foreground, trees display deep orange and red fall foliage. The hills recede in layers toward the horizon, shifting from warm autumn color to cooler blue-gray where low clouds obscure the distant peaks.

My wife, Laurel, and I were returning one summer afternoon from a short driving trip to explore the Northeast Kingdom in Vermont, a remarkable region of rich, vast, and flowing farmlands. As we headed home, we were silent for someRead More →

a close up of many clocks or watches in a pile

It appears that Boston Celtics coach, Joe Mazzulla is no Thomas Aquinas, no Soren Kierkegard, no Henry David Thoreau. But I have taken to listening to his sometimes convoluted comments before and after games with real interest. Consider the followingRead More →