March 2012

RW 103
Ascension/Pentecost
Reformed Worship issue cover

Articles in this issue:

  • It’s hard to have a relationship with ants. Try as you might, they’re just not very good listeners, and they seem to pay little mind to humans. Granted, ants are marvelous creatures with amazing strength and a way of communicating and working together for the good of all that serves as an object lesson for humans. But since they can’t communicate with us, there is no relationship.

  • So why are we including a series on Romans in this Ascension/Pentecost issue? Because Romans helps us see what a difference Christ’s resurrection and ascension make in the lives of believers and highlights the role the Holy Spirit plays in our daily striving to become more like Christ.

  • Handmade worship

    This article shows how a focus on creativity changed a church’s worship. Through a Worship Renewal grant, the congregation of First Presbyterian Church in San Bernardino, California, was able to create meaningful, intergenerational opportunities to express the image of God the Creator in members young and old.

  • There are many different ways to tell the story of the Protestant Reformation. A favorite centers on the heroic tale of Martin Luther, an Augustinian monk newly convicted by his discovery of Paul’s forensic
    gospel, furiously hammering his ninety-five Theses to the church door in Wittenberg. The Reformation is thus launched by a kind of medieval blog post about justification by faith that becomes the catalyst for a theological

  • Why This Dark Conspiracy/Psalm 2

    Psalm 2 may be best known through that famous aria in Handel’s Messiah in which the bass thunders and the strings shudder: “Why do the nations so furiously rage together? And why do the peoples imagine a vain thing?”

  • O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti

    O comforting fire of Spirit,
    Life, within the very Life of all Creation.
    Holy you are in giving life to All.

    Holy you are in anointing
    those who are not whole;
    Holy you are in cleansing
    a festering wound.

    O sacred breath,
    O fire of love,
    O sweetest taste in my breast
    which fills my heart
    with a fine aroma of virtues.
    O most pure fountain
    through whom it is known
    that God has united strangers
    and inquired after the lost.