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The fifty years after Nicaea continued the heated debate over Arianism. A moderate group, sometimes called the Semi-Arians, broke away from the strict Arians and attempted to give a new interpretation to the one-substance statement. They used the term homoios , meaning “similar,” to describe the Word’s relation to the Father. Thus two parties arose. The one led by Athanasius insisted upon using homoousios because they believed that the Word (Christ) was of the “same” nature as the Father. If Christ had not been fully God, they said, he could not have fully saved us. The other party, the Semi-Arians, argued for homoiousios because they held that the Word was a being “like” God the Father.
Sometime around 318 Arius openly challenged teachers in Alexandria by asserting that the Word (Logos) who assumed flesh in Jesus Christ (John 1:14) was a lesser god who had a different nature than God the Father and that the Son was neither eternal nor omnipotent. He was a created being—the first created being and the greatest, but nevertheless himself created.
Such teaching appealed to many of the former pagans; it was so much like the religion of their youth. Converts from paganism found it hard to grasp the Christian belief that the Word existed from all eternity and that he is equal with the Father. Arius made Christianity easier to understand.
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As I have read this book in English and in the UK I think I better write a rewiew in English.
The book won a Nero Book Award and was longlisted for Booker Prize.
The book was just how I expected it to be. It was kind of sentimental and to be frank it was a bit heartbreaking.
Thomas lives with his mother who has a complete control over him. He doesn't know his father. Pop grows him up he is dead now like his father.
One day a man shows up who claims to be a renowned director and offers him a job. But in the end everything turns out to be a kind of disaster.
I adored this book.
When I was studying for my PhD, I took something called “the theory qualifier,” which I can now definitively say was the second worst thing in my life after chemotherapy. When I complained to my mother about how hard and awful the test was, she leaned over, patted me on the arm and said, “We know just how you feel, honey. And remember, when your father was your age, he was fighting the Germans.”
After I got my PhD, my mother took great relish in introducing me by saying: “This is my son. He’s a doctor, but not the kind who helps people.”
“What makes me unique?”
That was the question I felt compelled to address. Maybe answering that would help me figure out what to say. I was sitting with Jai in a doctor’s waiting room at Johns Hopkins, awaiting yet another pathology report, and I was bouncing my thoughts off her.
“Cancer doesn’t make me unique,” I said. There was no arguing that. More than 37,000 Americans a year are diagnosed with pancreatic cancer alone.
I thought hard about how I defined myself: as a teacher, a computer scientist, a husband, a father, a son, a friend, a brother, a mentor to my students. Those were all roles I valued. But did any of those roles really set me apart?
Though I’ve always had a healthy sense of self, I knew this
lecture needed more than just bravado. I asked myself: “What do I, alone, truly have to offer?”
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