UNenlightening one mind at a time!
UNenlightening one mind at a time!
Perhaps it was the obtrusive cross necklace that I received attending my last DC Talk concert, which hung precariously from my neck. Or, maybe, it was the multicolored WWJD bracelet I proudly displayed upon my wrist. If you were a Christian teen in the 90’s much of your identity was formulated through the accoutrements you possessed. I mean how else…
By Eric English
It’s lonely getting lost In the dense forest of life, (Which I often do) Anytime I wander through. No matter how hard or long I try The paths I have chosen are rarely right. And so I am left wandering all night Among trees that always seem the same. The sun, which once guided me Is now shrouded by an…
By Eric English
Perhaps not since the reformation has the church been as divided against itself as it is today. Christians like to label things: republican or democrat, conservative or liberal, Calvinist or Arminian, modern or postmodern; the list is lengthy. Theological scholarship is not much different. To many of these people Marcus Borg was an iconoclastic progressive liberal. Then there is a…
By Eric English
My birthday This October I celebrated my 20th anniversary of being a Christian. Well…to be honest, I didn’t really celebrate – there was no cake, decorations, princesses, or a donkey-horse hanging precariously from a tree branch. It was more like, changing diapers, chasing children, and pretending to be a donkey-horse for my five year old. So…I guess in that sense…
By Eric English
I used to know it all. I used to have it all figured out. I had answers for almost everything – including backup answers in case my first answer was insufficient. My “life-verse” was first Peter 3:15, which served as my motivation to “always be prepared to give an answer.” I used to be obsessed with knowledge. In fact, at…
By Eric English
Eric is a rogue philosopher, professional web developer, and ninja (in that order). He is a father of three, husband of one, and a poet unto himself.
What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.
Any man can make a mistake but only a fool persists in his error.
In religious belief as elsewhere, we must take our chances, recognizing that we could be wrong, dreadfully wrong. There are no guarantees; the religious life is a venture; foolish and debilitating error is a permanent possibility. (If we can be wrong, however, we can also be right.)
I am a Christian, not because someone explained the nuts and bolts of Christianity, but because there were people willing to be nuts and bolts.
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