Storms

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal. Chart and compass come from Thee. Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. Edward Hopper Life makes me feel shit sometimes. Perhaps a bit more than sometimes. Allan Saunders was right when he said that “life is what happens toContinue reading “Storms”

Matthew 1-3: “This is my Son, The Beloved, with whom I am well pleased”

Reading the opening of Matthew, I struggle to see how Jesus can be the true idol of so many white conservatives. His fundamental origins and life circumstances are enough to make many hot under the collar. Jesus is the son of an unmarried mother (Matthew 1:18), whose image-conscious partner contemplates dismissing her to save theirContinue reading “Matthew 1-3: “This is my Son, The Beloved, with whom I am well pleased””