Desiderius Erasmus, 1466-1536, Rotterdam Renaissance humanist, Catholic priest and theologian, by Hans Holbein the Younger, 1523. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here is one of my facebook statuses from Sunday, as I reflected on Reformation Sunday/Day, yes, I posted it while I was in church. But I quickly turned off my iPhone after this burst of inspiration:
I just wanted to take the time to wish everyone a blessed Reformation Sunday. When I think of Reformation Sunday, I don’t think of division or chaos. I think of renewal. With every era, the Christian faith demands not “revival” (emotionally driven, culturally hegemonic change) but wholeness and renewal guided by the Holy Spirit, and tested by the Word of God (Jesus+Scripture).
The renewal of the Reformation gave us witnesses from Bartolome de la Casas to Erasmus to the Anabaptists to John Knox and John Calvin, as well as many women. Let us praise the Triune God for these testimonies and continue to pray for renewal.
Happy Reformation Day! I leave you with blog posts which I hope will give you a hint to what type of Reformation I believe “The Church” needs today.
Father Ernesto Obregon: The Westminster Confession of Faith and God’s intentions, which, in sum, is a critique of Calvin’s own theology using the examples of the WCF and his descendents.
Amanda Mac reviewed Moltmann’s Jesus Christ For Today’s World, Review of Moltmann’s Jesus Christ for Today’s World, and she had some interesting things to say about passibility and the GodHead.
Erin Kidd of Women In Theology, reading Hans Von Balthasar, wrote about Christian kenotic virtues of humility and self-giving and the problems these concepts might have for victims of trauma: On The Good Of Self-Possession
Kait Dugan wrote about her hopes for evangelical Christianity in seeing the light of a Gospel liberating us from all identity markers such as complimentarian gender roles: My Hopes.
Cynthia R. Nielsen offered a reading of Frederick Douglass’ Narrative, from the perspective of a person (Michael X. Smith) who is incarcerated in a modern prison: Douglass’ Shrouded Ghosts and An Inmate’s Reflection on Time