This morning I still have a smile on my face, because my experience at White Memorial Church in Willow Spring reminded me that the Body of Christ is alive, well, and active in small communities of faith scattered all over this land.
Everything worthwhile, and wonderful, and cutting edge, and transformational we have shared has also cost something. It's true in ministry and it's true in relationships. But Rebekah and I are on this adventure together to live faith, and love, and promise, to the absolute full and without holding anything back.
A few days ago I shared a collection of photographs featuring the hawk family that recently moved into our neighborhood. Today I have a few more. The stately raptors are evidently attracted by the plentiful variety of available woodland creatures. I miss the constant traffic of the other birds around our feeder, but I can hardly fault their…
Today I'm considering the lilies in my field, I'm hugging the dog who never worries about a thing, and I'm thanking God for all the amazing blessings of a life rooted in grace, mercy, promise, and love
Probably the most important part of the writing equation is listening. Not just listening to people, but listening to life as it happens all around me; listening and paying attention; reading between the lines; just having my eyes open enough to let the light in.
We are called to invite people into peace with God, and - by extension - peace with one another.
What's happening, almost on a structural level, is a new brittleness. When we fragment in this way we literally fall apart. We're like Lego pieces but with the bumps and hollows shaved off. There's no meld anymore.
We live in an era when being oppositional is de rigueur, where being "right" is considered more important than working together, where we're expected to stake out positions rather than solutions, where we divide into camps, where so much is understood in terms of "them," and "us," where vulnerability is considered a weakness, and where people are disassociating from community at an alarming rate.
Then the Lord God planted a garden in the East, in a place named Eden. He put the man he made in that garden. Then the Lord God caused all the beautiful trees that were good for food to grow in the garden. This post is for the picture-lovers among my readers. Just a heads-up, there…
This freedom we have to worship openly, and to practice our faith without fear, has come at such great cost - how could we do anything other than celebrate and give thanks?"