Monday, April 28, 2008
My son Josh followed Charlie down the street and through neighbors' yards. I drove around in my truck and tried to find the dog. After a while I lost both of them. After two trips around the neighborhood (thankfully it's small), I returned home to find that Charlie had wandered off into the woods and Josh had come home. I thought, "Well. Having a dog was nice while it lasted."
We went on to church. When we returned, we saw Josh and Charlie coming up the street. It took a little while longer, but we finally had the dog back in the yard, none the worse for the experience. That night, I ordered a set of DVDs on dog training so we can hopefully spend the summer getting our relationship with Charlie at a level that will make our lives together enjoyable rather than a burden. He's a lovable dog, but still a puppy who is very headstrong and in need of some education. Kind of like me.
Friday, April 25, 2008
TGIF
imonk has a complex.
Grace writes about handbaskets.
Steve Knight gives his thoughts on being post-congregational.
Scot McKnight links to the best blog post he has ever read.
Dan Kimball speaks on social justice and hell.
Jared Wilson gets to hear N.T. Wright speak and I'm jealous.
Rachel has a good memory.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Man-made or God-made?
I think the same thing is true in our lives. We try to please God by our own efforts, by trying harder to not sin, by doing more spiritual things, and by teaching others to do those things. So many times the result is something far less than beautiful. Sometimes it looks like a tacky artificial tree with the most fake looking ornaments, sometimes it looks simply ugly.
By contrast, we can recognize that it is only by the grace of a merciful Father that we have anything. Because God is merciful and loving, and because Jesus has died for us on the cross, we can rest in the fact that we are loved by the Creator of all things and are heirs along with Jesus. If we fall into that endless, amazing grace and let the Holy Spirit work in us and form us into the image of Christ, the result will be something beautiful and wondrous to behold. Like spring.
There is another thing to remember when other people don't seem to "get it" like we do. In spring, the plants don't all come out at the same time. Sometimes even plants of the same species are on a different schedule. So it is with God's children. We are all growing, just at different rates. Back when I was a teenager (way back in the dark ages), there was a popular saying among Christians: "Please be patient, God is not finished with me yet". We need to remember that.
Friday, April 18, 2008
TGIF
Here are some of the interesting things I've seen this week:
Molly gives us a good reminder on how to treat those with whom we disagree.
AnneDroid convicted me of a need to check for residual bitterness.
Brant Hansen has a Bucket List for Christians.
imonk asks about "A Divine Protection Racket"
John tries to be still.
A Former Leader writes about worship songs come to life.
Grace throws her hat into the political ring.
Jeff McQuilkin is In-Between.
jonathanbrink reminds us that we are first human, and then breaks our hearts.
Brother Maynard made me laugh.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
To Drink or Not to Drink. That's a Question?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Hands
This is something I wrote a little over a year ago. I thought of starting a "Best of" series like some other bloggers have, but I realized that "best of" would be a bit if an oxymoron for what I write. And anyway, imonk doesn't read my blog so... :)
Nickel Creek has a song titled "The Hand Song". The words are challenging.
The boy only wanted to give Mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at her as he came rushing in with them
Knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see were some thorns buried deep
And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds
And she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He as showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
He still remembers that night as a child
On his mother's knee
She held him close and she opened her Bible
And quietly started to read
And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out
"Momma, he's got some scars just like me."
And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned at the cross
But they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
How willing are we to do whatever it takes to show our love? We who have learned at the cross - do we give to others what we have learned?
Are we even willing to get our hands dirty, let alone hurt them to show the same love that Jesus showed us on the cross?
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Tax Rebate
Moving On
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