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Unbelieving Children are a Great Calamity to Their Parents

The word “calamity” is a strong word. Very strong. It is defined as: Any great misfortune or cause of misery; in general, any event or disaster which produces extensive evils, as loss of crops, earthquakes, etc., but also applied to any misfortune which brings great distress upon a single person; misfortune; distress; adversity; an event […]

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Parents Can Have Ungodly Children (Part II)

In the second part of our series on Parents’ Groans Over Their Ungodly Children, Lawrence begins laying the groundwork with this: it is ordinary for Christian parents to beget unregenerate children. He supports his belief via three premises: Character qualities of godly parents Character qualities of ungodly children Other instances Character Qualities of Godly Parents […]

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The Insinuating Handkerchief

A little insinuation and the culmination of circumstances were all it took to seal her death. And a handkerchief. That’s what did it. The handkerchief. In Shakespeare’s classic telling of Othello, a Moorish general of Venice fell prey to the doubtful suggestions of his unknown enemy, Iago. The claim was that Othello’s wife Desdemona was […]

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But Isn't Doubt a Sin?

Some have questioned—quite wisely, I would add—as to why I would author a website devoted to “living between doxology and doubt.” After all, isn’t doubt a sin? For them, the oft quoted James 1:6–8 appears to answer the issue. “But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like […]

The Grand Inquisitor

The Grand Inquisitor

Some quotes garnered from my reading of chapter five of The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoyevski. Here he wrestles with universal themes of suffering and faith, of doubt and the goodness of God. It really is quite remarkable. 'Even this must have a preface- that is, a literary preface,' laughed Ivan, "and I am a poor […]

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Cries Not Lost in the Clamor

I love the Psalms. I love the language. I love the majesty. But mostly I love the gritty reality; the real and living emotion they embody.  I love the heart of the God Who was not afraid to record the angry dismay of His saints -- the ones who brokenly asked "why". No, nor was […]