by Anne Kennedy | Feb 6, 2022 | Church Year, Coronavirus, Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, Jesus
In between various other kinds of work all week, I’ve scrolled past a vast number of hot takes about Joe Rogan, without really having the time to click on any of them, and then the piece by Megan Basham about Francis Collins and Ed Stetzer and all those people. I...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 23, 2022 | Anglicans, Bible Study, Biblical Illiteracy, Church Year, False Teachers and Their Enablers, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus
I was furiously hiding undesirable Facebook ads in the wee hours, without consideration or thought, when providence intervened and I did not click “I don’t want to see this” or however Facebook puts it. Instead, I watched it twice with rapt attention and read all the...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 16, 2022 | Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, Religious Freedom, The Gospel
I had some things to say about that piece about proselytizing back on Friday—there was so much there that I couldn’t then, nor now, possibly comment on. But as I was pondering the lections for today, this paragraph struck me afresh: By contrast, I believe that...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 9, 2022 | Biblical Illiteracy, Church Year, Eschatology, False Teachers and Their Enablers, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus
There is ice careening from the sky at this dark, early hour. I don’t know what that portends for the worship of God in his church (building) this morning. It may be that the Lord will have to have everyone’s attention on zoom or something ghastly like that. To keep...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 2, 2022 | Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, The Gospel
Happy New Year! It looks like it’s going to be another wild ride around the sun. I know this because I woke up to this gem: Man – I’ll pray for you. Me – Please don’t. Man – It’s a gesture of love. Me – No, it’s a violation of my boundary. Man...
by Anne Kennedy | Dec 26, 2021 | Garden-Variety Malaise, The Gospel
Having eaten a teeny bit more than was good for me yesterday, I found myself doom scrolling in the joyless hours between one and three, wishing I hadn’t gone creeping back for that last piece of cheese, and wondering if Jesus could be prevailed upon to return now,...
