Keith TurnerIt Wasn’t the Lord’s Supper, But I Wish It WasThe Feast of Dionysus, Opening Ceremony of the Paris Olympic Games, July 26, 20246d ago16d ago1
Keith TurnerThe Inherent Goodness of DespairAnd so I came to despair all the gains I had made under the sun. For sometimes a person whose fortune was made with wisdom, knowledge, and…Jul 22Jul 22
Keith TurnerThe Great ChangerIt is getting late now. Koheleth’s rendezvous in his small home has turned into yet another sleepless night. Call it a bad pomegranate…Jul 9Jul 9
Keith TurnerA Life of Meaningless PleasureWe have already established that through the spread of Greek culture and language (Hellenization), Koheleth became familiar with Greek…Jul 1Jul 1
Keith TurnerWhimsical NothingnessI said to myself, “Come, I will treat you to merriment. Taste mirth!” That too, I found, was futile. Of revelry, I said, “It’s mad!” Of…Jun 25Jun 25
Keith TurnerFree Thought Is the Only Source of Hopeful MeaningThe final words of Koheleth’s opening chapter appear as bleak as its opening:Jun 171Jun 171
Keith TurnerMost Friendships Are Temporary, and I’m Okay With ThatI admit I have a strange habit. Maybe it’s just me. Then again, maybe it’s not.Jun 121Jun 121
Keith TurnerProtesting Unquestioned Tradition Is Constructing Sacred WisdomBecause of Koheleth’s dissatisfaction with conventional wisdom, it might be more appropriate to dub Ecclesiastes as “protest literature”…Jun 10Jun 10