I was reminded by a crazy ostrich that I am never really in charge, that people are messy, and that this world is not my reality.
I was reminded by a crazy ostrich that I am never really in charge, that people are messy, and that this world is not my reality.
The danger for a pastor or minister is that their cancers can be buried under a veneer of piety and forced pleasantness, lingering for years, festering in the shadows.
We decided we cannot reduce the Bible down to a catch phrase, thinking it’s only one kind of book. In fact, it’s a book of books with one huge story to tell that invites us into it if we are willing.
A disciple of Christ needs to find the proper balance of active fishing on the water and active preparation on the dock.
When God "comes down" to make the world right, God doesn't just correct the problems we want corrected. God's appearance might not be so interesting when you realize what God might do.
what if churches sent people into the neighborhood to walk alongside the children and families surrounding them, to become the presence of Jesus in the midst of the neighborhood.
Have you ever considered writing your story or stories? Or perhaps thought that what happened (or is happening) to you needs expression… if only you could write.
He was left all alone. For centuries these haunting words have filled the space between human extremity and divine encounters.
My anger is less likely to seek to destroy someone else than it is to seek to destroy me. That’s one of the things I’m learning about my anger as I get to know it better.
It’s important to recognize our positions of power and how we might misuse our power to serve our prejudice
Teaching our children to follow God is one of the most profound tasks we are given; indeed, it is our primary mission field.
Thanks to God's grace I was able to preach complete sermons in both first and second services at Highland this past Sunday morning.
Renewal begins with God’s work. And in many cases, God is simply waiting for a church and her leaders to get serious about seeking a new and vibrant day.
Like fiction where the author tells us what each nod or smile means, it is a lovely image! Except, I haven’t experienced it to be true.
The beauty of small churches in West Texas inspires me to remember that the Sunday assembly is not about me.
You brace yourself for the change, you rally the forces, you organize every detail, and you convince yourself that you have created a foolproof plan for a perfect and seamless transition.
I can't remember the last time I preached. I believe it was two years ago, perhaps longer.
I have noticed a trend toward equating "prophetic preaching" with a confrontational, rough and tough style of delivery.
God uses truly “beautiful” people from time to time, to hold up the mirror, show us our own ugliness, and save us from ourselves. Thank you, Lord.
For a couple of weeks I will be away from my blogging position, hoping to come back strong.