As Barbara Brown Taylor puts it, "in an age of information overload ... the last thing any of us needs is more information about God. We need the practice of incarnation, by which God saves the lives of those whose intellectual assent has turned them dry as dust ... Rachel Held Evans, Searching For SundayFor … Continue reading Rachel Held Evans: A voice crying in my wilderness
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An open letter: Why this theologian has nothing to say about Christian education
I have four daughters, two of whom went to Christian primary schools and then to a Christian high school, in both country Western Australia and Perth. Our experience of Christian primary schooling in the country was terrific. The school communities were supportive through difficult years for us and many of the teachers became our friends. … Continue reading An open letter: Why this theologian has nothing to say about Christian education
Easter Sunday: We don’t want no resurrection
My favourite resurrection scene is the one in Scorsese’s movie The Last Temptation of Christ, when Jesus calls Lazarus from the grave. I like to think that if this story actually happened, it happened as Scorsese pictures it. First off, Jesus is late. Because Jesus is always late. Like when Notre Dame almost burnt down. … Continue reading Easter Sunday: We don’t want no resurrection
Good Friday: A face-off with anxiety at the edge of the ocean
Today, I walked alone to the edge of the ocean, to confront my cross. It's Good Friday, after all, it's what you do. But my cross isn't in the church. It's there on the beach, in the shadows of the cliffs, right on the line where the surf comes to the end of itself and … Continue reading Good Friday: A face-off with anxiety at the edge of the ocean
Mud pies in the slums: The Wait of Glory
C.S. Lewis was wrong, I reckon. In The Weight of Glory he famously says that we satisfy ourselves making mud pies in the slums because we don't know how good it is to build sandcastles at the beach. WRONG. I've built sandcastles at the beach. I know what it's like to sit in the sun … Continue reading Mud pies in the slums: The Wait of Glory
Losing my religion: Why I am NOT a Christian writer
The first time I was told I wasn't a Christian because of something I'd written was after the publication of my first book, This Little Piggy Stayed Home: Barlow, Chambers and the Mafia. As the title suggests, it was about the Mafia, which I'd been investigating for my employer, The West Australian Newspaper, for more … Continue reading Losing my religion: Why I am NOT a Christian writer
Shut up and listen: a ‘Christian’ response
What's an appropriate 'Christian' response to the white supremacist attack on the mosques in Christchurch on Friday — I mean, apart from our grief, or our support, or our kindness to those who are suffering as a direct result of the attack, or even those traumatised by it from a distance. Behind my question is the … Continue reading Shut up and listen: a ‘Christian’ response
Immerse your soul in love: a manifesto
Immerse your soul in love, sings Thom Yorke at the end of the song Street Spirit (Fade Out). The line emerged from nowhere during a brainstorming session at Laidlaw College with Jaime Taylor 10 years ago, and subsequently adorned the brick wall of the college foyer, as the institution grappled with the idea that love … Continue reading Immerse your soul in love: a manifesto
Separation anxiety: the darkest of times
When I left home to get married at the age of 20 turning 21, my Dad sat in the lounge room playing his guitar and shouted, 'Seeya David,' as I lugged the last of my bags to the car. I have no idea how he felt about it because we never spoke about it. But … Continue reading Separation anxiety: the darkest of times