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Our grand invitation
Matthew 7:13–14 (NIV)13 “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. I recently finished up another journey through the Sermon on the Mount and come away…
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Where I failed after 9/11
It’s been 19 years. I can still remember where I was sitting. The memories of halting the retreat where I was attending, huddling around the one TV with bad reception, the shock… calling my family… Coming out of that time I also knew the word I had from the Lord: “Prepare the Body. The world is different. Get back to…
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19 years
9/11 Remember. Lament. Renew.
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Posts that don’t age well
The curse of the Facebook timeline reveals dumb things I said years ago. Things that live on to constantly remind me of the fact: What in the world do I really know? This one was for today:
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Disordered faith
Matthew 6:28–31 (NIV)28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown…
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Disordered forms of worship — politics
In a new book on the liturgy of politics, Kaitlyn Shiess wants to re-form our thinking as believers. It is a necessary conversation. We have to think about racism—and white supremacy in particular—as a disordered form of worship. So not only are we dealing with how the church should respond to political questions raised by racism, like how to address…
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The beauty and comfort of the Body of Christ
It’s been a week since my father-in-law passed away. I give thanks for the Body of Christ.
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White Christian fatigue
There is a change in tone and attitude among most white Christians from the murder of George Floyd to the end of the summer, especially with the shooting in Kenosha. We’ve reverted.
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Teach us to mark our days
A prayer given at the graveside service for my father-in-law: O God, whose days are without end, and whose mercies cannot be numbered: Make us, we pray, deeply aware of the shortness and uncertainty of human life; and let your Holy Spirit lead us in holiness and righteousness all our days; that, when we shall have served you in our…
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The Passing
If I didn’t call my future father-in-law a redneck the first time I met him, I know I thought it. It was over 30 years ago and I had flown to Alabama to meet Terri’s dad and that side of the family. Almost from the start of our time that week Gerrard would find things to talk about things that…
