Author Archives: Kevin DeYoung

Evangelicals and Cities: A Discussion in Need of Clarity

I’m all for evangelicals and cities coming together. But what does that mean?

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Monday Morning Humor

Bonus MMH!

This is what happens from watching too much soccer.

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Monday Morning Humor

I should have known the Imperial headquarters would be in Germany.

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Bio, Books, and Such: Andy Naselli

Today’s interview is with Andy Naselli who serves as Assistant Professor of New Testament and Biblical Theology at Bethlehem College and Seminary.

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness

Patriotism is not beneath the Christian, even for citizens of a superpower.

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10 Promises for Parents

My kids need Bible promises, but on most days I need them even more.

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Hobby Lobby and the Liberty of Conscience

The free exercise of religion and liberty of conscience are God-given rights. We would surely miss them more than we know if they were done away with. We can give thanks that today, when they could have easily been supplanted, they were upheld.

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Monday Morning Humor

For most Americans, the World Cup doesn’t feel legit unless at least one of the announcers has a British accent. Why not these guys?

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Books, Bio, and Such: David F. Wells

During the summer I’ll be posting micro interviews on Fridays (mostly). I’ve asked some of my friends in ministry–friends you probably already know–to answer questions about “bio, books, and such.” My hope is that you’ll enjoy getting a few more facts about these folks and getting a few good book recommendations.

Today’s interview is with David F. Wells, Distinguished Senior Research Professor at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

1. Where were you born? Bulawayo, Southern Rhodesia

2. When did you become a Christian? Cape Town University, 1957

3. Who is one well known pastor/author/leader who has shaped you as a Christian and teacher? John Stott with whom I lived for 5 years

4. Who is one lesser known pastor/friend/mentor who has shaped you? Francis Schaeffer (with whom I worked briefly) and Martyn Lloyd-Jones whose church I attended twice a week for some years.

5. What’s one hymn you want sung at your funeral? Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise

6. What kind of nonfiction do you enjoy reading when you aren’t reading about theology, the Bible, or church history? Biographies

7. Other than Calvin’s Institutes, what systematic theology have you found most helpful? I like Bavinck’s Our Reasonable Faith as a brief statement; I still like Charles Hodge’s for a deeper statement; and I always read the relevant sections in Barth’s Church Dogmatics when beginning a project to get the wheels turning.

8. What are one or two of your favorite fiction authors or fiction books? I read widely and promiscuously. It is hard to nail down …

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William Cowper: Epitaph on a Hare

About the same time I read Justin Taylor’s blog post on poetry, in which he linked to this op-ed about teaching poetry in our schools, I came across a touching and surprising poem by William Cowper. Many Christians know of Cowper as the sometimes melancholy, only sometimes sane friend of John Newton’s and author of God Moves in a Mysterious Way, but did you know he wrote many other hymns and poems?

One of those poems is entitled Epitaph on a Hare (for a different kind of animal-themed poem, see also The Retired Cat). By the end of these simple stanzas you may better understand the power poetry has to do what other mediums cannot.

And you may miss your pet bunny terribly.

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Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue,
Nor swifter greyhound follow,
Whose foot ne’er tainted morning dew,
Nor ear heard huntsman’s hallo’,

Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
Who, nursed with tender care,
And to domesticate bounds confined,
Was still a wild jack-hare.

Though duly from my hand he took
His pittance every night,
He did it with a jealous look,
And, when he could, would bite.

His diet was of wheaten bread,
And milk, and oats, and straw,
Thistles, or lettuces instead,
With sand to scour his maw.

On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,
On pippins’ russet peel;
And, when his juicy salads failed,
Sliced carrot pleased him well.

A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
Whereon he loved to bound,
To skip and gambol like a fawn,
And swing his rump around.

His frisking was at evening hours,
For then he lost …

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