On Our Knees Again

I want to open today with a reflection on two books. Many of us read the first in high school, The Lord of the Flies by William Golding. The story teaches something simple and sobering about children, namely that they are not yet structured as civilized humans, and, left to themselves, might become something quite fearsome. The second is “The Children of Men,” by P.D. James. . .

The Unexpected Hour

Whoever means to be serious about the possibility that there is a God somewhere needs to be serious about the possibility that the way we worship is no good. By “we” I don’t mean just Riverside. No, this word is for all churches everywhere. It is a waking word, a buzzing, persistent word come down from the prophets like locusts on the field at harvest.