It must be written by someone who loves the church with the clear-eyed vision of a prophet, the quiet confidence of a mystic, and the careful delivery of a preacher.
I am heartbroken most of all that so much of the hatred is coming from those professing to be believers, Christ-followers.
I believe we haven’t done much teaching about shadow in church settings. Only with mature honesty can a true, peace that passes all understanding guard our hearts.
Whether you are a minister wrestling with the question of whether it is time to go, or a church leader faced with questions of ministerial transition, reach out to the Siburt Institute.
We like to feel like we make a difference, that people appreciate us and know that we are there. I like to be liked … and sometimes that’s a problem.
There is human goodness to be found. This is the hope of God in the world: the eternal love and light of God emanating through willing vessels to restore our fragmented world.
With perspective we gain the insight that what is old was once new; what is new will one day be old. However, Christ is still Christ; he always has been and always will be.
It’s not the feet of Jesus crushing Satan this time. It’s “your” feet. Our feet. The feet of all those in that church directory. The feet of those sitting beside you on Sunday morning.
On Monday I will participate in the lecture series hosted by CSART (Center for the Study of Ancient Religious Texts.
Ministry, whether it be as a profession or as the call that comes to each follower of Jesus, can be a lonely business. We don’t like being alone—or more specifically, we don’t like being singled out.
“We live stitch by stitch, when we’re lucky. If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching” (13-14).
Pray fervently. Prayer is not something to do when you can do nothing else. It is the thing to do before and during everything else.
God, I’ve watched the news,
one report after another;
and to be honest—
I can’t look anymore.
I desperately want to lead courageously, step out on faith, and lean into God’s dream for my church. I so want to be a strong link in that chain.
May we live in such a way that when we are lying on our death bed, the only thing we have left to do is die. May we help the world smile in the midst of their daily struggles.
I am at a loss of words in the face of hurricane Harvey. I know what it is like to lose everything.
It is amazing to me how often Jesus is found eating. The book of Luke records time after time that Jesus came to dinner or told parables about parties.
We silently wondered what Bible passages we were violating, but also recalled that the person who usually prepared the Lord’s Supper was home sick today.