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We live in an age in which stimulation and consumption are all too normal in our lives.
Father we repent and ask for forgiveness, for we know that Jesus did not spend his time isolating and targeting special “sin groups” or trying to defend his positions through arguing and debating.
We live in a culture that does not stop, that does not rest, that does not breathe, and does not understand our desperate need for sacred space.
There is a beautiful word, an elegant descriptor, that has been maligned, tarnished, lampooned, distorted, and completely misunderstood.
Spiritual transformation is a process. It is a daily walk of letting go and receiving, of dying and coming to life, of being refined into something new.
Each of you have had a part in Caroline’s life, molding her and shaping her into the person she is.
“Oh my goodness. I thought you were some homeless guy and I wasn’t even going to pay attention to you.”
We have a tendency toward prolonging or avoiding pain because we believe it is too painful to deal with, but by avoiding it we prolong the inevitable.
In solitude and silence we metaphorically come out from behind the bushes and trees and finally stand naked before God…exposed.
The message and embodiment of the Kingdom of God…in and through Jesus Christ…offered people an alternative of freedom and liberation and an escape from the crushing and oppressive forces at work in the world. The message of the Kingdom of God was that life does not have to be this way.
while the world continues to over-promise and under-deliver an abundant life, we foolishly continue to pursue it with great strength and resolve…but when the one who can be trusted, Jesus, promises to give those who believe in him an abundant life if we follow him…his ways are left untried and viewed as burdensome and enslaving rather than full of blessing and liberation.
When our lives are dictated by our sinful and carnal bodies...we live enslaved and oppressed. But when our bodies are put in subjection to the ways of the Spirit there is freedom, life, and peace.
Could it be that we appear so good and perfect in our churches that there is no place for the sinner, much less a confession to another brother or sister?
a good friend of mine was cleaning out his car a couple of months ago…and when he reached under one of the seats…a plastic fork pierced his hand.  like the average guy…he wiped off the blood and continued to work.  after he was done…he went into the house and washed his hands. after the long […]