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...philosopher's knowledge of philosophy, but unlike such contemporaries as Tillich or Bultmann, Barth is wary of restating the dogmas of the church in nontraditional language. His thought is complex, but he nonetheless writes of doctrine in prose that is not far removed from that of the pulpit. Above all he writes of the mysterious history of Christ. Knowledge of God is knowledge of God through Christ. Faith is faith in Christ; the church is the Church of Christ; the Bible is the witness of Christ. Theologian Hans Frei of Yale calls him "a Christ-intoxicated...
...Conversations about unity" that would bring 19 million American Protestants into one church together will be held this week in Washington among leaders of the Methodist. Episcopal, United Church of Christ and United Presbyterian churches. Not since Presbyterian Eugene Carson Blake proposed church union from the pulpit of San Francisco's Episcopal Grace Cathedral in 1960 have churchmen met to discuss the plan's intricacies. This week's meeting is, at best, preparatory, but it may chart the course toward a Protestant summit conference...
...Dallas F. Billington. 59, preach his down-home sermons from the pulpit of his 5,000-seat auditorium. "God is real -see how he has blessed us," he often says. "This li'l ol' Kentucky preacher boy made good, and all the credit goes to God." The conviction that "God is real has carried Dr. Billington from one triumph to another since he came to Akron. A square-built six-footer, he recalls an uncertain beginning back in Kentucky, where he smoked and drank in the pool halls of Paducah. He quit drinking in 1924, when he became...
...tropical rain-forest garden-a miasma of brackish water beneath a Dorothy Lamour-type waterfall bordered by orchids, palms, creeping vines, and a rude-looking plant called Amorphophalliis titannm, which stood 8 ft. high. The Amorphophalliis produces a single 3-ft. blossom resembling a chocolate-covered jack-in-the-pulpit ("the largest flower in the world") once in twelve to 20 years, then dies from the enormity of the act. Such exoticism is not for all: said one lady from Rumson. N.J.: "You wouldn't catch me with one of those things. Our night-blooming cereus is good enough...
...Harlem's Church of the Master this week, a preacher named Oscar Brown Jr. delivered a sermon in song-an elegy for castaways between a front-porch Heaven and a sidewalk Hell. It was his debut in the pulpit-but the message was scarcely new to him. He had delivered it just the night before, downtown at Manhattan's smoky Blue Angel club. Mixing the groovy with the grave in songs that filled his life during a dozen mute years. Oscar Brown had at last found his voice. Matched with Brown's stylish skill as a performer...