Posted March 2, 2015
Feeling Nervous About Meeting Jesus
By Dan Clendenin
I've spent the last forty years reading and writing about Jesus. Studying Jesus. Worshipping Jesus. Following Jesus. Or at least trying to, as best I can.
One consequence of all my earnest effort, though, is that I've become a bit too familiar with my subject matter. So familiar that I sometimes put Jesus into a nice-n-neat little box. From there, it isn't hard to fall into Donald McCullough calls "the dangerous illusion of a manageable deity."
The Eighth Day
Posted February 25, 2015
My grandmother used to be a secret gardener. She was a young wife and mother at the time, married to a neat, methodical gentleman-farmer in South India. Every year, my grandfather would plant the family garden with care. He'd count out his seeds, measure his distances, and plant a modest number of herbs and vegetables in spare rows.
Every year when he was finished, my grandmother would return to the garden in secret, her fists full of seeds, and plant a riot between my grandfather's orderly rows. Her growing kids' appetites ever on her mind, she would plant more string beans, more peppers, more tomatoes, more carrots. Her love for color and fragrance too powerful to suppress, she'd plant jasmine, hibiscus, geraniums, and marigold. Ever an experimenter, if she spotted an interesting plant in a neighbor's garden, she'd ask for a cutting, and sneak that into the mix, too.