by Kyler Schubkegel Hi St. John’s family, this is Kyler Schubkegel, and for today’s meditation I want to talk about receiving fruit. In the Old
–By Jennifer B.Emmanuel Acho begins this conversation by quoting priest and theologian Henri Nouwen who said, “honest, direct confrontation is a true expression of compassion
Don’t miss the online lecture TODAY at 12 PM by Vince Bantu of Fuller Seminary on “What Hope Christian History in Africa offers to Race
by Sam Sigg In Genesis 32 we learn that while wrestling with God is a good thing, it can leave you with a limp even
–By Rick Schneider [Shared, with Rick’s permission, from a letter to Rivendell Institute colleagues] July 26, 2020 …suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and
–By Rev. Deacon Shancia Jarrett. Many Americans assume that racial segregation was a political and socio-economic device of the South. However, many scholars contend that
by Tristan Mahan For this week’s meditation I want to take a look at Romans 8:28, which is a verse from one of our lectionary
By Lize B.– Have you ever experienced feeling existentially flat, one dimensional, disconnected and estranged from the physical world around you? There’s something quite hellish
(by Michele S.) Revival and racial equality One very important point this video makes that is also a verifiable pattern in the global history of
By Michèle S. and Jennifer B. (Michele S.) It is not uncommon, in Jennifer’s experience, for African American friends to challenge her Christian faith with
by Clay Greene This is the gate of heaven. Surely the Lord is in this place. These words are true wherever you are. The right
Christ with the Crown of ThornsWood. Africa. 20th Century. From The Faces of Jesus (A. Stearn / Harper and Row, 1989)
By Abbie S. Last Saturday evening, a group of St. John’s members and affiliates gathered together over Zoom for the second session of our
by Linford Ranck “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of all our hearts, be acceptable in your sight, O Lord our rock
Compiled by Michele S.
In His Garden Open the door. He beckons. In His garden, Radiant light illumes the rose. White like snow, Red like blood, Sweet, fragrant perfume.