Dec3ThuDecember 3, 2015
As children who have been raised in relative safety, we hear the story of this young couple with no place but a feeding trough to lay their new-born baby, and we know, even at the smallest of ages, that there is something wrong with the world where God would dare to come as a baby.
One night Dorothee told Elias about the real drama going on in our world. She told him that there were so many little boys and girls with nowhere to sleep at night. Elias quickly offered, “They can bring their beds into my room!” His mom gently explained that these children have no beds, they left everything they had when they left home. This took little Elias a minute to process. Finally he said, “I guess they could have my bed too.”
Even the littlest of children know that there is something wrong in this world where God would dare to come as a baby.
Nov11WedNovember 11, 2015
It’s always a bit of adjustment eating at a new table, where you don’t know the etiquette. Even more so at The Table to which Christians have been invited to share in one meal for thousands of years. You’d think we would have a better grasp on the table manners.
One of the great joys of this strange season my family is in, worshiping in a different church nearly every Sunday, is that we get to gather around the Lord’s Table with so many different congregations. Each table bears the unique marks of the Word that became flesh. No two invitations to communion have been the same. In one way this is a wonderful testimony to the incarnation of Christ and contextual nature of worship. In another, these differences speak to a discontinuity and confusion in our worship practices, which can make the invitation to this meal less than hospitable.
But we have been given some wonderful table manners, if you will, that help us come together around the Lord’s Table and be filled with the gift of Christ who is our peace!
Sep5SatSeptember 5, 2015
Jul29WedJuly 29, 2015
To the next pastor of the Bakersfield First Church of the Nazarene: I have a confession I need to make to you. But seeing how confession is as difficult as it is necessary, allow me to explain why I feel the need to write to you today.
Jun23TueJune 23, 2015
May8FriMay 8, 2015
Moms are servants. Some days we feel like slaves. But we serve with a love that supersedes all the boogers and diapers and whining and sleep deprivation. We serve the minute our eyes open in the morning until they shut for a precious few hours at night. We have to serve. (Literally, we could be arrested for child endangerment.) But that's not why we serve. No one has to mandate or legislate or regulate our care for our children because we do care for them, and so very deeply.
Serving our children is hard work but we love it.
Shouldn't this be a reflection of our service to Christ? To serve with joy and love even when it is hard? To be thinking of others the minute our eyes open until they close at the end of the day? To see the ugliest and poorest with the doting eyes a mother has for her child?
May5TueMay 5, 2015
Apr14TueApril 14, 2015
Feb21SatFebruary 21, 2015
Jan1ThuJanuary 1, 2015
Love is not a feeling - I hope you've heard that before. I think we get this when it comes to marriage or relationships in general. We love one another through serving, giving, putting the other before ourselves... you know, easy stuff like that (sarcasm intended). But what about loving our churches?
Most of us have gone through seasons with our church where, in the immortal words of The Righteous Brothers, "You've lost that lovin' feeling." I don't mean to make light of this. It's no small thing when you have been hurt, betrayed, or forgotten by the people of God. And while there are circumstances in which church relationships have become abusive and need to be discontinued for the health of all parties, more often than not people slowly fall out of love with their church, not because of one thing but because of the many unspoken things that pile up and collect dust on our shelf of discontent.