In my blog on July 12 (https://burningbelly.blog/2018/07/12/tear-down-the-walls-no-transform-them/) I published some material from a book I was writing in early 2012, on relational encounter and outsidedness (a Bakhtinian idea). The following is the second part of that blog and goes deeper into the idea of outsidedness itself, using the Jack Nicholson movie As Good As It … Continue reading As good as it gets: Self-Other encounter and the promise of outsidedness
I had a dialogue today with Canadian author and theologian Brad Jersak about the death of American evangelicalism, the retributive violence of the Trumpian-Christian worldview, and what theology might look like as it moves back into the public square and offers hope in these dark times. The following is a snippet. David: “What is the … Continue reading As Evangelicalism dies, the world cries out for cruciform love: a dialogue with Brad Jersak
There’s no warmer place on the Awhitu Peninsula than the living room of Tony and Jackie Logan. In fact, ‘warm’ doesn’t adequately describe it. When Tony gets his fire roaring it’s as close to the furnaces of Mordor as you’re likely to come this side of the walls of your imagination. You can rock up … Continue reading The curious tale of Anton Bantock
Some unpublished thoughts on outsidedness, differentiation, and the transformative power of encountering the other The most dramatic event in the life of my childhood church was the day someone fired a gun during the Breaking of Bread service and almost killed old Mr Foster. Mr Foster, who was famous throughout the north-west of England for … Continue reading Tear down the walls? No, transform them
Kamasi Washington's Heaven & Earth was already the album of the year for me, well before I walked into a record store on the weekend and saw a sign on the wall next to the album, saying there was a secret record hidden within the packaging.
I'm gonna try and find some half-adequate words to describe the power of sax player Kamasi Washington's music. I’m on a hiding to nothing though, because no words come anywhere close. Still, let's have a crack. It makes me move, body and spirit. I don't care how I look when I'm moving either. It's like … Continue reading Kamasi Washington and the glory of counterpoint
I had an ultrasound last week. My preparation for it was according to strict instructions. I had to empty my bladder at a certain time, then drink a litre of water in half an hour, then keep it all inside for another hour, before driving 15 minutes to the radiologists. Where I knew that they … Continue reading When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go