Abraham

Failed Saint, Faithful Savior

BY DONAVON RILEY

Christians have long enjoyed an absurd love affair with white-washing biblical saints. Since the earliest days of the Church, saints have been held up as role models for great faith and godly behavior. From the Old Testament, for example, Abraham is often held up by Sunday School teachers and adult bible study leaders as a role-model.

Failed Saint, Faithful Savior

Clumsy, Messy, Children of the Promise

BY DONAVON RILEY

Whenever I read the Genesis account of Abraham, I’m more impressed that he’s often a clumsy, mess of a man than that it’s “faith that’s accounted to him as righteousness.” Abraham is godless when God comes to him. Terah, Abraham, and their whole family live right down the road from Babel. They worship the goddess Nana.

Clumsy, Messy, Children of the Promise

Faith Alone: Death Itself Will Be Undone

BY JORDAN SPINA

In Genesis, there is a picture of a father walking with his son up a hill. The son does not know what awaits at the top. He, of course, knows there will be a rope, a knife, and an altar. He knows there will be death, but he does not foresee that the death would be his own.

Faith Alone: Death Itself Will Be Undone

The God Who Won’t Repent

BY KATHY STRAUCH

The black canvas of the night sky gave way to glittering lights in the heavens. David’s city slept nearby as shepherds watched their flocks in anticipation of the dawn. This same darkness that held the twinkling lights above them, held the sign of God’s promise to Abraham. 

The God Who Won’t Repent

The Tragic End Of Appealing To Man's Righteousness

BY DANIEL EMERY PRICE

Abraham didn’t understand God very well (at least not early on). I don’t say that as a dig against the Patriarch. I don’t think any of us understand God very well either. When Abraham discerns that God is going to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah he is bold enough to attempt to talk God out of it.

The Tragic End Of Appealing To Man's Righteousness

Behold the Light of the World

BY KATHY STRAUCH

My eyes soaked in the midnight view. Stars crowded the sky. The bright artificial lights of my metropolitan home usually bully the stars into a muted blackness. But not here. Miles into the country, God’s luminaires were on full display.

Behold the Light of the World