In the tattered margins of the blogosphere that I traverse, the name Wright comes up a lot. To some the name invokes howls of protest – a result of his particular perspective of theology. To others he’s the patron saint of biblical understanding.
This morning as I scanned Google Reader, the name popped up many times. But it wasn’t Wright. Well, okay, it was. It was just the wrong Wright. You see, I was looking for Nicholas Thomas – and Jeremiah, a distant cousin no doubt, was there instead.
Two Wrights, two perspectives, one Saviour.