Matthew 28:16-20 I don’t know what you signed up for when you said Jesus to Jesus, but I know for myself: I didn’t surrender my life to propping up an institution, or keeping the lights on in a building, or even to ensuring butts in seats for a weekly gathering of like-minded people. NO! I gave my life to follow Jesus, to be part of God’s kingdom movement-come from heaven to earth. I believed with every fiber of my being I could and would be part of what God is doing in the world. God is on the move, right
1 Timothy 4:11-14 When I first started following Jesus, it was for one reason: I didn’t want to go to hell. Period. Call it bad theology or someone’s desperate attempt to get young people to behave, but maybe that’s part of your story, too. You heard about how bad hell was, and how bad you were, and that if you didn’t get saved, you were going to spend eternity in a lake of fire. That didn’t sound awesome, so you “got saved.” (AIR QUOTES) It’s not a great interpretation of the teachings of Jesus and it’s a really destructive
In November I flew to Maine for a spiritual retreat. My seat buddy, Deidre, was decked out in outdoor gear and hiking boots. She was energetic and young, so I was little surprised to discover she had been visiting her grandchildren in another part of the country. Deidre told me about her and her husband Ron owning an outdoor hunting, fishing and recreation business. But then, Deidre began to talk about what God was doing in her life. She loved Jesus, but Deidre wasn’t your typical cradle to grave Christians. Her faith was big, wide and refreshing. Prayer was
Luke 10:25-35 The parable of the good Samaritan is one of the most gripping stories in the Bible, as it has won its way into the heart of humanity. “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the
Nearly a year ago we noticed our daughter, Sarah, had a pesky habit of sitting way too close to the TV. Sarah would always exclaim, “it’s fuzzy momma, it’s fuzzy.” The moment Sarah struggled to identify letters in preschool, we knew it was time for glasses.