Here is a great site with multiple tests studying various aspects of morality. It was done by UVa and is part of a study by them, take it:
I found the site reading this article:
Explaining Liberals to Conservatives (and Vice Versa)
Here is a great site with multiple tests studying various aspects of morality. It was done by UVa and is part of a study by them, take it:
I found the site reading this article:
Explaining Liberals to Conservatives (and Vice Versa)
Great Column by Roger Olsen:
Who Is or Might Be an Arminian?.
By this list I would qualify as an 11 pointer (take that 5 point Calvies)… I would also qualify as an orthodox Christian in good standing with the Church of any era or place.
“Why did it have to end so soon?
Why did you go away?
Although I know it may never come true
I hope to see you somedayAnd I’ll always remember
Those times that we shared
So if you’re listening from up above
This is my prayerYou’ve brought so much joy to this world of mine
Whenever I needed you came
A friend like you is so hard to find
Without you it won’t be the sameAnd though many will try
No one can ever compare
So if you’re listening from up above
This is my prayerMay the mountains rise to meet you
May the skies open wide
Know that in my heart, my friend
You will always be aliveThere are so many things that I want you to know
So many words to say
And when He finally calls me home
I’ll walk with you through those gatesSo please remember me
Oh I promise I’ll see you up there
I hope you’re listening from up above
This is my prayerMay the mountains rise to meet you
May the skies open wide
Know that in my heart my friend
You will always be aliveMay the angels fly to greet you
You can see it all from up there
I know you’re listening from up above
‘Cause this is, and will always be, my prayer ”– Marc Broussard, “Jeremiah’s Prayer.” Momentary Setback (2003).
“Your eyes see the shining city
Your love heels the poisoned mind
When the journey ends
There’s a new beginning
When the risen man
Heals the weight of time
I can feel it over the line
I see the other country
I see the other sideDo not be afraid of this earthly city
Do not be afraid when the pharaohs nighDraw near the lambs awaiting
Where the river runs thru the sky’s align
From that painting of a ship
We have all been chosen
To the painters creation
In his dream design
I can feel it over the lineI see the other country
I see the other side
Do not be afraid of this earthly city
Do not be afraid when the pharaohs nigh
When I was a child
I walked like a child
But now I’m a soldier
Like the Bride and Groom I will be married
I see the other country
I see the other side
Do not be afraid of this earthly city
Do not be afraid when the pharaohs nighEven though I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death
Even though I sink through the ocean
You will rescue me
I am standing in the fire
but I can hear the choir singing
I was a blind man stumbling
But now I see
I was blind, blind blind
But now I see
I was blind, blind blind
But now I see”- Burlap to Cashmere, “The Other Country.” Burlap to Cashmere (2011)
Reblogged from CNN Belief Blog:
Editor’s Note: Stephen Prothero, a Boston University religion scholar and author of “God is Not One: The Eight Rival Religions that Run the World,” is a regular CNN Belief Blog contributor. By Stephen Prothero, Special to CNN I don’t believe in miracles. But I believe in Jeremy Lin. I grew up rooting for the Celtics so I have hated the Knicks ever since another Ivy Leaguer, Princeton’s Bill Bradley, patrolled Madison Square Garden in the 1970s. But I tuned in last night to see “Linsanity” cross the …
Great Post from Frank Viola. I wholeheartedly agreed with each point of his call to move beyond Evangelicalism into a deeper faith:
Evangelical Rejects Meet Beyond Evangelicals (Guest Post: Frank Viola) | The Pangea Blog.
Seriously strange how life works, but’s here’s the most recent post on emusic:
Heaven Knows: 36 Songs to Ease the Pain
The Big Guy looks after me in unique ways. Like manna from heaven, a great piece of music can soothe the pain. Take a listen, tell them Unsanitary sent you.
This song ended tonight’s HIMYM. After the past weekend, it really struck a chord:
Rivers and Roads,
Rivers and Roads,
I Got Rivers and Roads Rivers till I reach you….
“When there’s no pretending,
then the truth is safe to say,
Start with the ending,
get it out of the way
Now there’s no defending,
because no one has to win
Start with the ending,
its the best way to begin”– David Wilcox, “Start with the Ending”
Today was a fairly miserable day which I gladly used a precious vacation day to “enjoy.” I spent the morning at the life celebration service (funeral for those who do not speak positivese). It was a lovely service as these things go, but it was still a time marking our concern at the loss of a friend, co-worker, family member, etc. After the service my family dropped by the home of another friend to say our goodbyes and show our love to his family. It seems another service is not long for my schedule.
If you are thinking that’s a lot of grieving on the plate (unfortunately compounded by the ill-health of several other friends, both involving long hospital stays), then you and I are on the same wavelength. All this thinking about death has left me a little morose, struggling again with my insomnia, and generally longing for this long week to end mercifully soon.
Yet as I sat at the service this morning I found myself thinking about the words of David Wilcox. Sure the song is about relationships and not death, per se; but in the testimonies being offered I saw the lyrics in a new light. Too often we go through life clinging to it, clawing; scrapping, and fighting for it. We, like the poet, rage about not going gently into the dark night. Yet, I wonder if this is not the wrong way to go about this thing called life. I wonder if this is perhaps the apotheosis of the Christian life. Our scriptures as Christians, our experiences as humans, and our cliches as Americans point to one single inevitable fact: death waits for us all. One day it will knock at our door, and we will be forced to answer its knock, no matter how hard we fight or what medical advances we may create.
So why not start with the ending? Why not get it out of the way? We can stop pretending to our invincibility and stop defending against the inevitable encroachments upon it. When we start by dying, we open up ourselves to truly living. When the end is assumed then we can truly begin living our lives as they should be lived.
I know I am bordering on cliche-land here, but give me a break my brain is mush right about now and I have been fighting the temptation to grab some brews and just get blotto to dull the pain. Because that’s how we normally do this, we just blind ourselves to the true reality of life, and avoid making any changes or improvements. What we need is something to break through the monotony and shake us awake. That is why I think a second song popped into my head this morning and has been sharing space with Mr Wilcox. So allow me to go out on a high point with the words of Mr Thom Yorke:
“In the next world war
In a jackknifed juggernaut
I am born again”
- Radiohead, Airbag
In the words of this song I hear hope (even if its author may never have found it ). I hear the hope which each new Spring brings along. The hope that I see every day. The hope that in death comes life. The hope that should I choose to die now, I will truly rise anew like a phoenix from the ashes. And so I commit myself to going quietly, to accepting my fate; yet always looking for the hope of rebirth in the fires of my misfortune. And in so doing I hope to echo the words of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego which I learned long ago in Sunday School:
“O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to present a defense to you in this matter. If our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire and out of your hand, O king, let him deliver us. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods and we will not worship the golden statue that you have set up.”
I will not worship the god of eternal youth, for it is a lie; and it’s time to stop pretending otherwise. Who’s with me?
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