What Is The Church, Really?

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I’m not going to do this blog justice. Not today. Maybe not ever. But, I’m writing it anyway. Why? Because I think it’s worth stumbling through a difficult thing; something that, I believe, we are each trying to figure out in our own different ways. What is the church, really? That’s what we’re all asking, isn’t… [Keep Reading]

The Gospel And The Stones We Throw

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Her eyes searched the ground for an excuse. They came up empty. A crowd had gathered. Anger, pride, and shame all hung in the air like the stench of manure on a hot July country afternoon. Voices were raised and the tension was high. And in the middle of it all stood a half naked… [Keep Reading]

Dear Comfortable Christianity

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It’s hard to believe that it’s been thirty some years together. Seems day ago, not decades past, when I nervously stepped into those lukewarm baptism waters on that late Sunday night. God, I was so young. You were so…intoxicating. I remember how my heart raced and my hands shook when the preacher asked if I believed… [Keep Reading]

The Church’s Problem With Genitals

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She sits, quiet. Another run of the mill Sunday morning service. Another hour of smiling and greeting and worshipping and listening. For something like 15 years, she’s planted here in this small 200 member congregation. Third row back. Left aisle. Two seats in. This is where her faith has formed. Where it’s grown from infancy to maturity – from… [Keep Reading]

On Peace and Imposters

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Peacemakers. The word must’ve lingered in the air like the smell of sour meat. What does peace have to do with anything? They’d traveled so far, waited so long, to hear from the man standing on the mountain. They were the Jews – the one nation under God – living out their lives under Roman rule. The Messiah was supposed… [Keep Reading]

Grace, Not Talking Points (a Petition)…

Grace, not talking points. Because on the other side of our arguments are stories. Stories of men and women ]crying into the night, praying faithfully without much of a whisper from God. People with sad hearts hiding behind polite smiles, desperately clinging on while waiting for a miracle. Our arguments ignore the millstones around their… [Keep Reading]