Laboring with God: Praying the Imaginary into Real Shalom


There’s something distinct about the atmosphere at Harbor House, and it’s apparent from the moment you enter. Harbor House is an urban ministry in the San Antonio district of Oakland, with services like an emergency food stock, counseling, ESL for immigrants, and its signature after-school program for local children and youth. It serves low-income community members by offering them the services and support they need. Harbor House is a pleasant place – found in a huge old Victorian, sunny and welcoming – but you can’t really call it tranquil. Continue reading “Laboring with God: Praying the Imaginary into Real Shalom”


The Moment and the Journey


For most Christians, there seems to be a very common theme of working through personal spiritual difficulties that come with being fallen. Most Christians agree that we are all working out our salvation here on earth, along with bringing His kingdom to fulfillment, and other divine mandates. All those things then are part of the journey on which we embark when we give our lives to Christ. Quite an epic story, don’t you think? Continue reading “The Moment and the Journey”

Sinning through Questioning? The Ministry of Mark Driscoll


The New York Times Magazine published an article last weekend about Seattle pastor Mark Driscoll and his increasingly popular megachurch, Mars Hill. While various aspects of Mr. Driscoll’s theology and his seemingly uncritical embrace of American popular culture are disturbing, nothing is more troubling than his intolerance for dissent, an attitude that seems to border on despotism and is, frankly, unchristian. Continue reading “Sinning through Questioning? The Ministry of Mark Driscoll”

On the Invisible Dangers of Television


As I like to do on Sunday afternoons, I took a hike today in Wildcat Canyon Regional Park. I reached the highest point in the park at about 4 p.m. and was enjoying the beautiful 360-degree vistas of the Bay Area bathed in the late afternoon sun when my serenity was interrupted by a group of five or six adults boisterously impersonating characters from Family Guy. As they took a break at the peak, their conversation consisted entirely of chatter about the latest episodes of various television shows.

I could not help but be reminded of a scene from George Orwell’s 1984. Continue reading “On the Invisible Dangers of Television”