We left Job last week in the middle of a terrible storm with lightning flashing all around him and his friends with rain pouring down in sheets and deafening thunder. It is like the storm in King Lear. In part, the storm echoes Lear’s inner turmoil and mounting madness but also a physical, turbulent reflection of Lear’s internal confusion: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow ...[Read More]
Fred has taught Sunday School classes for over 35 years. Almost always, people say: “I’ve never thought about it that way before.” Every week we will add lessons to this archive.