Early on in my Christian walk, I was told exposing your sin is the only way it could be robbed of its power over you. So I did it. I told people. Lots of people. It was hard, and it hurt, and it was tough on my family, especially my wife. When the smoke cleared, I didn’t feel better, or freer, or more holy. The only thing I knew now was the people knew what a horrible sinner I was, and after the initial pats on the back, it seemed as if I hadn’t said a word. Continue reading “We Sin. God Forgives. Grace Reigns.”
One of the most regular, and familiar parts of the current contemporary mainstream evangelical church service is the altar call.
Whether for first time believers walking the aisle wanting to hand their lives over to Jesus, or old mainstays in the church that go up for prayer for some sin or struggle in their life. Inevitably, and without fail, there will always be those repeat offenders that return week after week. Those repeaters run the aisle after every service, needing prayer for the same thing again. Continue reading “We Need Forgiveness, ALL THE TIME!”
A friend obtain these letters at extreme danger to himself. He then passed them on to me, and I hereby submit them to my entire blogging audience for the purpose of hopefully grasping the idea of God’s Grace as displayed by Bob, the father of this wayward son. The names, have of course, been changed to protect the parties.* Continue reading “Letters To Bob…”
I am a hypocrite.
For so many reasons that I don’t care to mention, it’s what I am. Right now, in this moment, I’m a hypocrite for calling you one for calling out other people as hypocrites. The irony is tangible. This will probably go down in the decades, years, umm, months of blogging as a “rant”. I can live with that. I’m just a little tired of all the people who love to assess a person, group or situation without first looking at themselves so that maybe they might choose their words wisely or wisely just shut up! Again, I know I’m just as guilty and probably more so. Continue reading “Hypocrisy From A Hypocrite (or Just Another Nut Talking!)”
..but I wasn’t the worst kid.
This is a statement that most of us can probably look at and tack on to the history of our youth when we think fondly about it. Sure, some kids were worse than others, and then there are some we’d probably chuckle at saying, “that wasn’t even close to being bad.” Either way, none of us are angels, and if we were lucky we had parents that disciplined us for our own good and loved us for our best good. This is a story of that best good and how my mother displayed that to me. Continue reading “What My Mother Didn’t Know: A Story Of Mercy And Grace.”
This post is a little different. This is a sort of poem I wrote about Paul meeting Jesus on the road to Damascus. It’s a sort of, “what Paul might have thought”. It reminds me also of how God has the complete and final say in calling us to Him.
Light blinding all around, so suddenly without a sound.
What could be responsible?
My companions? Where are they and did they see what I did?
Weak, so weak, can’t stand, to my knees I fall.
Is it truly the end of it all? Continue reading “Paul’s Conversion (A Poem)”
There is not one unforgivable sin that you can commit while breathing. Whether people care to acknowledge it or not, God is always providing us with opportunities to bend a knee in humility towards Him. Some recognize God’s call as good and take that knee. Other’s see that call and defiantly reject God’s graciousness poured out for them, standing high from the tower of their own lives screaming words of rebellion out to him. Most who have bent a knee know what that’s like as God systematically dismantled our own towers. Even still, He might have a few floors to go for most of us.
Continue reading “Cain’s Mark, God’s Mercy”
Most Sundays, when I go to church, I’m alone. I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses to be sure, but still, I sit alone. We repeat liturgy, sing hymns and worship as a whole, but make no mistake about it, I am utterly alone. I walk in alone, and except for the occasional handshake or conversation, there is clearly some kind of force field around me that separates me from the others. My wife attends a church different from mine and my son seems to be against all things God. So, many times, when I walk in, I do so hammered with doubts and fears and all sorts of worries. I am a wreck, but here I am, by myself, except for my thoughts that never seem to go away, so I guess I’m not completely alone. Sometimes, in regards to my racing mind, I wish I were.
Continue reading “First Sundays… “
So, if you took the time to read the first part of this post,which can be found here, I hope the point being conveyed to you is not that my issue is with the church as a whole or even a specific individual. I’m simply looking at things that could be and should be done better, though understandingly never perfect. I also can’t do this myself without first understanding that I should strive for better as well. For example, In my previous post I mentioned “turned up eyebrows” over a specific behavior contrary to normal, but I had neglected to delve deeper and ask why. I also sat and waited for an offered cup of coffee and talk that never happened. In other words, I failed. I think I may have failed even more, because I’m probably the one more aware of it. Now, I work in law enforcement and in my job I often see two disagreeing people having their fate decided by a third-party. What I notice most often is that the truth of the matter between the two, is usually a mix of both sides. I think it’s the same here. I don’t claim the high ground and I’m not writing this to be accusatory. I suppose there are enough connections that someone I know might finally read this. If they do I hope that the view leans more toward,” how can we avoid these mistakes again”, then, “that guys a jerk.” Though, I would probably deserve the latter.
With that said, here is the remainder of my list of things I’ve learned in church and wish I didn’t.
Continue reading “What I learned In Church & Wished I Didn’t – Part II”
My thought processes being what they are, I sometimes get into a “creative” funk and go quite a while with either not having anything to say or not having a coherent way to say what I do want to say. I mean, I’ve got some ideas ruminating in this creaky old brain of mine but I just haven’t taken the time to flesh out what I want to say. Most of my “creative juices” have been percolating on twitter lately and there are some thoughts I posted that I’d like to expand on. It might be a little controversial, but I think it’s important to say it. Continue reading “What I Learned In Church & Wished I Didn’t – Part I”