Sunday, April 26, 2009

Doctrinal Statement

Various questions surface from time to time about our "doctrinal positions" here at the house. In response, we now post this statement.

We believe in God, the Father Almighty,
the Maker of heaven and earth,
and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord:

Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;

He descended into hell.

The third day He arose again from the dead;

He ascended into heaven,
and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty;
from thence he shall come to judge the living and the dead.

We believe in the Holy Spirit;
the holy catholic church;
the communion of saints;
the forgiveness of sins;
the resurrection of the body;
and the life everlasting.


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Written on my Wall: C.S. Lewis

"Christianity is the story of how the rightful king has landed, you might say in disguise, and is calling us all to take part in His great campaign of sabotage."

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Underground Seminary

A project of the Mulberry House.

EDIT on 9/12/2009: Okay, we admit it... we have not officially launched this neat idea. We tried to, sort of, but in the midst of all the tangled and strenuous efforts we've been making to the house, this project has been postponed a bit. Give us some time and patience, and we will rock this idea like nobody's business!

Note: We are not THE Underground Seminary, but we are AN underground seminary.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

We too can live

[The following is an article I wrote for Conspire, a new quarterly journal that some of us are working on. The article was cut due to space constraints, but it can be read in its entirety at the Conspire website]

“Quincy says people can’t change.”

The 14-year-old boy was looking at me from the passenger seat of my car.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fools

I felt kind of silly standing there. I had just parked my car illegally in the street, turned on my hazard lights, and stepped out on the sidewalk. I walked over to the doorway of the abandoned building and looked down at the pile of blankets. Wrapped in those tattered quilts was a human figure, barely discernable to the disinterested observer.