Revelation is a letter. It was written by a man named John, in exile, to real congregations living under the boot of empire. It is coded, furious, bizarre, and beautiful—an act of imaginative resistance by a community who had every reason to give up and didn't.
Revelation is not a prediction. It is a refusal.
Over eight weeks, beginning August 23, we'll follow this letter from the throne room to the new city. We’ll look at bleating lambs and slain dragons. We’ll look at blasphemous beasts and angels pouring blood into rivers. We’ll stand in the Great Fire of Rome and watch it ignite both Christian persecution and resistance. We’ll watch Jesus pull a sword from his mouth while riding a horse. And we'll ask what it means to see clearly in a world that would rather we didn't, what it costs, and what it demands.