Redemption (a poem)
I've got my hand in Redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I'll fit all these monstrosities inside
With my fist down at your feet
Insecure and incomplete
Here I am, here I am
-Jon Foreman
Labels: art
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I'll fit all these monstrosities inside
With my fist down at your feet
Insecure and incomplete
Here I am, here I am
-Jon Foreman
REBEL GOD
This blog chronicles the researching and writing of my book on the Atonement "The Rebel God" which is based on the series of articles below "Penal Substitution vs. Christus Victor". I'll be sharing the research I've been doing, developing theological thoughts, and progress with publishing as it all develops.
ARTICLES & ESSAYS
-
Understanding the Cross:
Penal Substitution
vs Christus Victor
This is the four part article
that I am now working on
making into a book. - Human Suffering
and the Silence of God - Intimacy with God
- How Can a Loving God Send People to Hell?
- An Evangelical Relational Theology
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- Love of Enemies: The Way of the Cross - book excer...
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Pagan Wings
Why have you cast us here so stranded,
Logged in the swallows of regret
Shot down by grief and empty handed,
Shouldering our souls with debt?
Why have you not broke down the silence,
And spoke with your celestial tongue?
We've called to you with inner violence,
You've left the snares we've set unsprung
If our hearts are choked with evil
Why refuse to heal us now?
If you've the means to cure the feeble
Why won't you cast your pearls to sows?
Questions are the mortal cancer
Sweeping down on pagan wings
If I expect to find an answer
Why do I fear to ask these things?
-Jace Seavers
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