True friendship is first inkindled by a spark from Heaven, and heaven will never suffer it to go out, but it will burn to all Eternity
“Order” is not a word that we relish all too much. It comes with images of armies marching all apace, of monotony and rigidity, like a cultural straight coat. Order seems to ruin all the fun, sticking us in the same old place, doing the same old things, the same old way we’ve always done them.
Lovers of Middle-earth may feel that with the Hobbit films being long concluded now, and rumors of a future Silmarillion film being dismantled, that there may not be much left to milk out of our favorite Lord of the Rings stories. But the past few months have included big news for Tolkien fans.
Paul, in 1 Corinthians, implies that although everything in the Bible is important, not everything is equally important. Some doctrines are more important. To simplify things, we could think of three levels of theological triage.
Ultimately the stability and security and outcome of our souls need to be in the hands of someone who is bigger than our souls and greater than our turmoil. That someone is God, and he invites us to go on a journey of soul discovery and soul health with him.
Bobby chuckled—he always did when he didn’t understand a word Mark said—and turned left. Farther into the mountains, higher, higher, because up here it was the three of them and no one else, no one to call Bobby “pervert” and “drunk” and “rooned.” Because up here in the dark of road and forest, Bobby Barnes possessed all the world he needed.
Converge Magazine makes a point of publishing excerpts from recommended books on our bookshelf. The following is an excerpt from The Romantic Rationalist edited by John Piper and David Mathis, a refreshing and insightful take on Lewis’s work for our generation. We hope you enjoy it, and consider checking out the book, –Erik @ Converge There is […]
As kids, we believed that we could change the world. We wanted to fly to the moon, write novels, and save people from burning houses, but then we grew up and discovered just how much time living takes.
There are 13 million more Christian women in the United States than there are Christian men! I was prepared to wait for 1 in a million, but this is taking it a little far!
The gravel poked under my bare feet as I sprinted toward the mailbox at the end of our curved driveway. Reaching it, I opened the creaky brown metal lid as my eyes instantly grasped what I hoped to find.