Video of Poem on Hopeful Realism

  If the idea of “hopeful realism,” the namesake of this blog, has been of any interest to you, please check out this video. My dear friend and poet, John Castling, has written a poem that captures the essence of a faith realistic enough to accommodate the horrors of a world stricken with death, disease,…

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A Personal Year in Review: Chris’ Highlights

For all of the well-documented or potential problems with our social media-saturated lives, I find it helpful at the end of the year to retrace my timeline (Instagram happens to be my drug of choice) to remember, to figure out my own trends and tendencies, and to reflect on the Lord’s faithfulness and movement, sometimes…

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Reading Fiction on Christmas Eve’s Eve

  My wife is wrapping Christmas presents for the kids while I sit on the sofa nursing a pulled muscle in my back. We are listening to Chuck Hooten’s latest album. A new puppy is interrupting the gift-wrapping enterprise. I watch helplessly. My temporary immobility has afforded the opportunity to read fiction. Reading fiction is…

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I have a Job…

I report with trembling and gratitude that I will soon begin serving as the “Free Church Tutor and Teaching Fellow” at Cranmer Hall theological college, an historically Anglican seminary housed within St John’s College at Durham University. The job will be part-time as the application process begins for a full-time work visa in the UK, a process…

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The PhD: Nearing Completion

Dear readers… My blog writing has dwindled from irregular posts to blankness. I am in the final throes of writing my PhD thesis, so my energies are getting channeled to the end of submitting 100,000 of what I hope is solid work. My sporadic use of social media has mostly been tabled (and to be…

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An Eastertide Reading from ‘TheoMedia’

The themes of Resurrection and New Creation are central to the ideas behind both TheoMedia and Faith Without Illusions. I found myself grappling with language sufficient for expressing the unimaginable—that the finality of death was checked by the emptying of a sealed tomb. And, of course, I fell quite short in finding such sufficient language….

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