Written on a Sunday after a sermon describing a very hard year, but exhorting the congregation to gratitude without leaving room for grief. Sung to the tune of “For the Beauty of the Earth.” Of my wretched lowliness I need never
Depression Hymn

Written on a Sunday after a sermon describing a very hard year, but exhorting the congregation to gratitude without leaving room for grief. Sung to the tune of “For the Beauty of the Earth.” Of my wretched lowliness I need never
I have come to the end of my time at Dallas Theological Seminary. Yet as I walk in my last semester, looking to that day of Graduation, alas my refrain is “already-not yet.” It is then, with no little satisfaction,
Four years ago, I had a high-quality color photocopy of this pre-Raphaelite painting, The Child Enthroned, pinned to the classroom wall by my desk where I could see it daily. Painted in 1894 by Thomas Cooper Goth, the child it features is