Tag: life
Christianity and Terror Management Theory: Part 2 – ‘I Am With You’
Last time, we talked about how Christianity responds to terror management theory with the promise of a favorable afterlife with God. But what other promises does Christianity have that removes the sting of death, that...
Christianity and Terror Management Theory: Part 1 – The Afterlife
Terror management theory juxtaposes the human impulse toward survival with our realization of the inevitability of death. How do we deal with these two competing facts? The result in this heightened, ever-present state of cognitive...
Be Pro-All-Life
Today is the March for Life. As Christians, we are called to be life-giving. Imitators of the Father, who breathed life into creation. Disciples of Christ, who grants new life through his death and resurrection....
Thirty Seconds in a Thousand Years
I first posted this a year ago today. It was a Wednesday, and it was not so cold as now. __________________________________________________________ Eighty years after the fact, you’re lying on a worn mattress with now-thin pillows...
Losing a Friend
A very dear friend passed away about two weeks ago. He was one of the best people I know: a good friend, a loving husband and father, a sibling in Christ. He didn’t grow up...
When something needs to change
I won’t forget those toys in the sandbox, the ones that looked like little compact excavators. A red excavator sat across from a yellow one, and I would sit on one and my brother would...
Facebook’s palantir
Everyone knows what Facebook is for. Chatting with your friends in a public place. Arguing vehemently without repercussions. Posting pictures that make you look decent for a change. RSVPing, but completely without meaning it. Instant...
Counting to a Trillion
The church is dark still. You’re early and someone left the window open. You didn’t want to come this early, but you couldn’t help it. You’re in charge of the kids this morning, and you...
Thirty Seconds in a Thousand Years
Eighty years after the fact, you’re lying on a worn mattress with now-thin pillows under your sun-freckled baldspot and your hand is propped higher than the rest of you. Why? Because it’s being held by...