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1 min|05/20/16This week, the Fellows continue to talk about the Means of Grace by discussing Confession and Absolution. Confession and Absolution serve to soothe the troubled soul and calm the burdened conscience the proclamation of Christ's Forgiveness. Sit back, relax, and grab a drink as the forgiveness of Christ comes from the lips of another.
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8 mins read|05/19/16The chief verb of the liturgy is the gift of God’s forgiveness for the sake of Jesus Christ.
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7 mins read|02/08/16What is really good for the soul is not so much confession as absolution. If confession is us telling the truth about ourselves to God, then absolution is God telling us a truer truth about ourselves.
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11 mins read|01/08/16I know now that to “forgive yourself” is not only impossible; it is foolish, dangerous, and futile. It is the vain attempt of a soul plagued by guilt to seek relief in the very last place he should be looking: in himself.
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10 mins read|11/25/15What if, while we were admitting all these serious infractions of the divine law, our pastor simply yawned?
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14 mins read|11/17/15What makes this story remarkable is that this man, along with others hanged that day, was among the most hated men in human history. He was guilty of atrocities so horrific only words forged in hell could adequately describe them.
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6 mins read|08/28/15One of my podcast addictions is Criminal. Their tagline is “Criminal is a podcast about crime. Stories of people who've done wrong, been wronged, or gotten caught somewhere in the middle.”
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6 mins read|04/22/15When I’ve dipped my brush in the midnight black of lust or greed and smeared those sable sins all over the walls of my life, he’s come along with a bucket of paint and covered over that black with a white so bright it blinds the eyes.
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13 mins read|04/07/15In The Journal of Neuroscience, there was a man referred to as E.P. He was an 84-year-old retired lab technician. E.P. suffered from one of the most severe cases of amnesia ever documented.
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11 mins read|02/27/15When I was a kid, I roamed the alleys and nearby fields with a pocket full of pebbles and a slingshot in hand. My grandfather had carved me the slingshot from the fork of a mesquite tree, native to our New Mexico soil.
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7 mins read|11/06/14Yet as we mourn, but unlike those who have no hope, so also we repent, but unlike those who have no absolution. For we though we weep, there is a hand that dries all tears.
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9 mins read|09/19/14When I revisit in my mind the very long list of stupid, mean, selfish things I’ve done, every one of them began with me saying something I shouldn’t have.
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