Noise Without Word: Worship in a World of Static by Justus Hunter

December 2, 2019

“Ours is an age of noise. We exchange our history for comforting lies of other gods. We exchange our worship for spectacles. We exchange true justice for parodies, imitations, mimicry. We fill our lives with noise. We silence the Word of the Lord.

But the Word comes nevertheless, not in an earthquake or fire or rushing wind, but in this man, Jesus the Christ.”

Promising the Mystery of Wisdom by Justus Hunter

June 19, 2019

God fulfills his promises. We know this. But we often struggle to see how. Because the promises God makes and the promises we would like aren’t always the same. His wisdom is not ours.

Letting Go of Your Own Influence: Thy Will Be Done by Justus Hunter

June 13, 2019

“This is the second difficulty of praying ‘Thy will be done’ – that God’s will for one moment will become our idol in the next.”

Practicing Discernment: Thy Will Be Done by Justus Hunter

July 27, 2018

There are two difficulties with our prayer, “Thy will be done.” We fret over the first, but the second is…

Lent: There Is a River and There Is a City by Justus Hunter

February 15, 2018

Lent is a season of clarity. We already sit among the ashes. We already sit in cities made in our own image.

Noise Without Word by Justus Hunter

September 16, 2017

But the Word comes nevertheless, not in an earthquake or fire or rushing wind, but in this man, Jesus the Christ. And he offers himself to us; eat from me, drink from me.

Thy Will Be Done by Justus Hunter

February 8, 2017

Unless we hold God’s will as Christ held his Father’s, our gifts corrupt. They grow into the most sinister of idols, more powerful than the Baals.

The Walk to School by Justus Hunter

August 15, 2016

When I walk him to school, and remember the proper procedure, I ask him to teach me their prayers. It changes frequently, alighting upon virtues and visions, my wife’s butterfly spirituality passing down to our son. As he teaches me their prayer, a common refrain rolls across his lips, “Lord, help me be bold and courageous.”

Be Careful What You Wish For by Justus Hunter

May 28, 2016

Here we see the peril and the promise called-ones. The twelve come. They gather the stones at your feet. They heap those stones, stones of remembrance, stones your children’s children will ask about. But the names and the images of the called-ones are forgotten. They are wiped away like rough edges of stone in the bed of the Jordan. The priests are silent while the stones cry out.

Called-ones, could you wish for this?

I’m a PK: A Preacher’s Kid by Justus Hunter

October 12, 2015

We carry our great preachers around in the corners of our soul. They wait there to surprise us. They wait there to revive us.