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God Bless the Grass, Isaiah 40:6-11
by Timothy A. Sporrong
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.
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Waldenstrom's Commentary
John 8:31-36 and Waldenstrom’s Commentary
translated by Tommy Carlson
Jesus is talking to these believers. He felt how false and unreliable their belief was. His words to them soon caused their hearts to turn against him again.
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Good Friday 1983
by O. T. Roberg
I first saw Superior, Wisconsin in the summer of 1964, after my freshman year at North Park Academy. I hardly noticed it because my eyes had been fixed on the hills above Duluth from the time they came into view south of Superior.
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J. S. Bach and Pietism
by Don O Franklin
In the previous article we described Bach's encounters with
Pietism in his early years, beginning with his childhood in
Ohrdruf and continuing until his appointment, at the age of
eighteen, as organist in Amstadt in his native Thuringia. We
left off our account when Bach took a leave from his position
to travel to Lübeck in northern Germany. On returning home
after four months - instead of the four weeks that had been
granted him - he stated that he had remained in Lübeck in
order to "gain an understanding of one problem and another
connected with his art." Although the avowed purpose of his
trip was to hear Buxtehude play the organ, it is clear that Bach
arranged his visit to coincide with the annual perfonnance of
the city's Abendmusiken, a series of concerts perfonned during
Advent. There he heard a new style of music, one that, as we
will see, had far reaching musical and theological implications
for his career as a church musician.
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Poetry
Gophers Scurry
by John Lindholm
On a hill not so far away - - down the deer path where the creek meets the pasture and up the bank where wind blows over long grasses on a sun shiny day --
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A Sunday Morning at Santa Clara
by Sandy Johnson
People of many nations gathered near the front of this large, old, beautiful church. Pastor Phillipson invited us into worship. Her presence was compelling. I nestled in.
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Christian Faith Is a Public Community
by Runar Eldebo
The Christian faith is to be viewed as both inclusive and exclusive. It is a misfortune that various Christian traditions as well as other traditions have played the inclusive and exclusive against each other.
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The Liturgy of Log Splitting
by Arthur W. Anderson
Splitting logs has to be close to divine revelation. The other day when I was preparing some unwieldy logs for the fireplace, I was fascinated by the way the wood split along its own intriguing lines.
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Metaphysics at 6th & Maple
by Elder M. Lindahl
The need for refuge began for me with a moment of illumination I had one day at the corner of 6th and Maple Streets in Iron River, Michigan. Out of the blue, a realistic picture of life flashed in my consciousness.
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Golden-Aged Pioneer
by Jane Bowman Jacobson
When it was suggested that I contribute something to Pietisten, I asked my son what could I write about at my retirement, leisure-filled age? He answered, “Write about something you know or have experienced.”
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Therapeutic Theological Thought
by Penrod
I suppose the editors expect some sort of word from me — perhaps even my attendance — at the first annual meeting of Pietisten. I acknowledge no such obligation.
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Out and About
In August the Copy Editor and I got out and about in a much bigger way than usual for us. During this time we managed to set foot in six countries. I regret to report that we distributed Pietisten in only two countries — Norway and Sweden.
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Sport Prophesy
by Eric
It has been a sad off-season for the NBA. The deaths of Reggie Lewis and James Jordan have, unfortunately, been the major stories.
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Post: Readers Respond
Anticipating the final installment of Don Franklin’s excellent study, “J. S. Bach and Pietism,” it might be noted perhaps that standard biographies skirt the fascinating subject of young Bach’s spiritual nurture.
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Poetry
An Anti-Missile Missile
by Robert Emerine
