Since I was a young boy, I loved to read the Torah. My dad would sit me down and tell me all the teachings he had been taught about God’s written Law. He told me that it was not only important to study the Law and the Prophets, but to listen and understand the stories that many teachers of the Torah had spoken over the past centuries. He taught me to think about God’s Word very carefully. To use my reason when trying to understand Scripture. Continue reading “Nicodemus”
My name is Dismas, I was the last child born to my father, a vineyard owner just south of Jericho on the western side of the Dead Sea. We were about 2 or 3 days’ journey from our beloved Jerusalem. Continue reading “A Boy From Jericho”
Neil Postman predicted in his 1985 book Amusing Ourselves to Death, that in the post 1980 future, the “truth [will be] lost in a sea of irrelevance.” He foresaw our modern world of wireless access to internet flooded with so much unverified information that it would make us lazy, ego-centric minds with little ability to know truth from error. This phenomenon came true and has now affected all areas of knowledge. Science, politics, ethics, and not the least of which: theology. It is bad enough that our post-Christian, secular world already sneers at the notion that theology is a branch of actual knowledge. Now we have the added obstacle that the Christian world has been watered down by these oceans of secular — and even superficially Christian — opinions masquerading as deep and accurate thought. Continue reading “God Is Not Your Friend”
A modern take on the ageless parable of the prodigal son:
Who do we see in our manger (aka nativity) sets under the Christmas trees? What is the history behind each character? Find out! Continue reading “Christmas Nativity Scene Explained”
I think you can make a rational case supporting the Christian worldview. No other worldview is as logically feasible as Christianity. This is why I am an intellectually fulfilled follower of the Way (the original label for Christians). Yet, this is not the main reason I take comfort in my bible. The main thrust of my confidence in being an obedient Christian comes from a curious phenomenon that occurs when I lay my soul bare at night. When I’m hovering over my bible by candle light (unnecessary in our modern times but an extremely joyous practice — try it) a form of magic seems to take place. Soaked in prayer, note book in hand and Scripture at my disposal, I seem to be swimming in a womb that is bathing my deepest and most secret wounds. I find a gentle probing into my mind and heart that seems to tease out the doubts, fears and questions I have about my life and my future. This is not an intellectual exercise — which is the only thing available to a materialist — but transportation into a realm of transformation. I cannot prove it logically or with direct evidence. But I could prove it by dying for it.