Power comes from the gun of a man who stands outside my home He waits until I wake, poised silent and calm Power is his, thus so are my cattle, my land, my people Yet power comes from the man who gave this man the gun Bathed in the colors of a general, the […]
The following are excerpts from a text I am working on. On evil and hope: One is forced to make a decision about God when confronted with the incarnation. Either God is now powerless (at least in some respects) in Christ’s humanity – a mere peasant of Nazareth, born of migrant parents among the animals, […]