I wear a ring I bought back in high school (1970’s, just to be clear) that bears the ichthus (fish) symbol of the first century Christians. One time, someone pointed out my ring and asked if I were a Pisces.
Obviously, I’m not an astrological kind of person. As a citizen of Jesus’ kingdom, I certainly don’t believe that being born under any kind of sign or pronouncement necessitates my destiny.
So I like really like this little piece about a Continue reading “Let’s call on “Pain & Distress” this time”
The story of the Old Testament prophet, Jonah, is an intriguing one, and is not without a mild undercurrent of a Providential sense of humor. Not to poke fun at Jonah’s dire straits, but he did, after all, open himself wide to at least some form of discipline. Interestingly, as the story unfolds, Jonah never denies that he worships the God of the Hebrew people; he just persistently argues with Him, at least concerning God’s intended task for His wayward prophet. I have to wonder what brought the man to this extreme—maybe someone from Nineveh had harmed his family somehow, causing a hatred so intense that it created a prejudice toward the whole town (along the lines of the comment about Jesus: “can anything good come out of Nazareth”.) Maybe Jonah considered God to be unjust in His patient treatment of anyone “not Jewish”.
Or maybe he was just having a bad day…?
Regardless, a massive storm blows up to buffet the ship carrying Continue reading “Cramped quarters”
One thing that can’t be disputed about relationship with God in the Old Testament times—it was messy. A lot of blood was involved: bulls, goats, pigeons,…prophets.
In one of the most historically and spiritually significant Old Testament sacrifices, Abram (not yet having his name changed to Abraham) slices in half several specimens of the animal kingdom in preparation for a special covenant with this Most High God whom very few people are even aware of any more, much less worship. This is going to be unlike any other offering Abram has participated in, and I suspect Continue reading “Beware of fly-by’s”
I seriously love trees. In fact, forested landscapes are on the top of the list of my favorites. I remember the thrill of exploring the woods as a youngster at Girl Scout camp, and conquering that amazing (although not altogether safe) tree house in our neighborhood. At this writing (July), the leaves are fully out and lush green, and our eldest just did a preschool unit on trees with our two-year-old granddaughter. The sooner she learns that trees are our friends, the better!
God evidently thinks so, too. As the recently Continue reading “Waste not; want not”
Bob says my head is a scary place to visit. Truth be told, he does occasionally admit that that’s one of the reasons he married me 35+ years ago. To this day, he says that I’m “irregular”. In the common sense, it’s both a blessing…and a curse.
I tried teaching myself logic from an authentically academic book. Not the term “logic” that is generously used in everyday usage, although that idea harkens back to the true definition, I suppose. One of the few things I got out of this autodidactic exercise, (besides that fact that I probably wasn’t going to learn this without a qualified teacher…), is that false premises lead to faulty conclusions. In other words, Continue reading “If A, then B…or not.”
In the part of the Christian pool that I tend to swim in, corporate and private worship takes on many different forms. Personally, I not one to dance, but I don’t begrudge those who find that particular expression of worship fulfilling. I do like singing, as well as “dinging, shaking, and otherwise banging” on various instruments. And generally, those swimming around with me don’t begrudge me that, either.
I was very, very blessed to grow up in a deeply authentic denominational church with a L-O-N-G history of evangelical mission-oriented Continue reading “God’s “love language*””
Recently, I read that the average length of a pastorate is four years; I don’t know if that means they leave the professional ministry, or they just move around a lot (or both). Years ago, I saw that the average stay for a youth pastor is even less than that. So much for continuity and relationship-building.
And this is certainly not a criticism of those decisions to move or leave. To be sure, there can be a plethora of reasons for this sad statistic in the American church, (not the least of which is the sheep-fold’s obstinacy toward the shepherd…)
Here’s a good example of another shepherd who Continue reading “You mean it’s not about me? (Again?)”
It’s an uncharacteristically warm day in winter, so I’ll need to go out and turn the compost. Now, that might not sound too exciting, unless you see it with a little vision (or a lot, depending on your perspective, I suppose…) My heavy-duty fork and I have an interesting relationship—I supply the muscle but it touches the biologicals. It’s work, but I’m hoping a good harvest this coming summer.
Which is nothing compared to the work in this account…
Backstory: What little was left of the Continue reading “Never waste a good compost”
I like obscurity. It’s a safe place, at least for me. Tucked away on my little plot of Earth in my little small town that barely rates a pin-point on a global map, that’s what I’m talking about. We had an event one time that brought in some coastal people from back east to our area, and their sentiment was along the lines of, “Where ARE we??” I am told that people from New York City think of our nation as two coasts, and the in-between is relatively insignificant. (You know, things like cows and corn and oil, nothing like Fashion Week or Hollywood.) Continue reading “The power of obscurity”
There’s nothing like a good party. We had Christmas caroling parties for the girls, including D.Y.I. tree ornaments, stringing popcorn, games, and of course, singing around the neighborhood. One activity had to do with picking up a nickel out of a mound of flour—with your teeth. It turned into a riotous flour fight in my front room, (I loved it, but found flour in the floor boards for years.)
There is just something about celebration that draws people; good stuff is happening and they want to be a part of it. As a bit of an introvert, even I know that exuberant celebration is good for the soul and can encourage and inspire us to even greater things.
And if anyone knew how to party, is was God’s people.
Backstory: The family of God was in disarray. Israel and Judah were Continue reading “…and party on, and on, and…”