Theologically Tangential
Welcome to Theologically Tangential, where we trace the sometime difficult-to-spot connection between God's beautiful plan and our messy attempt at following it.
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In 2020, I unearthed Grandpa.
He lived in a retirement home, and without warning, he interrupted a decade of silence with texts advertising discounted Nokia earphones from a third-party site and lamenting the Zambian pandemic response. And he wanted me to call.
Two-year-old me tottered over to the fridge and pulled out the lemonade—a plastic container with a swiveling lid to keep children like me from spilling. I wrapped my little arms around the jug and set out on my quest. Crossing the threshold of the kitchen, I journeyed down our carpeted hallway to the end of the hall where Mom sneezed and blew her nose.
For J.T. English, Sunday morning looks a lot like homecoming.
As the worship band’s last chord fades, Pastor English hops onstage towing a music stand. He settles his Bible and iPad onto the stand before turning his attention to the congregation before him.