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Showing posts from February, 2012

Redemption (or a hero could save us)

You listen to us every week talking about this new existence Jesus offers; you’re not fully convinced. And as you walk out the doors to this church, you’re smacked in the face again by everything difficult in your life outside these walls. You’re not free and you know it. The addictions are difficult to overcome. The pain doesn’t go away. The doubts hold you back. The past always lives in tomorrow. Maybe you’ve spent your entire life in slavery. And you’re not sure that your life could really change.

You murder with your words. You sleep with her in your mind. You gossip in your heart. You have an affair with your eyes. You worship your commitments. You lust over something your neighbor has. You rage in your car. You swell over with pride. You let greed envelope you. You harbor bitterness in the name of “not trusting her again”. You fail.

You’ve heard about hope, but you can’t find any. God is supposed to be love, but you’ve hardly experienced it. The bible is supposed to be truth, bu…

She Dreamed of Paradise

There is an amazing lyric that says, “If the world was how it should be maybe I could get some sleep”.

If the world was how it should be? How should the world be?

I can barely imagine a world with no violence/disease /war/hate/crime/gossip/injustice/tragedy?

Try to think about what your life would be like if you didn’t have a worry in the world. Imagine that you didn’t have to fear anything at all. You wouldn’t have to concern yourself with if what you eat will make you fat or if what you wear will make you accepted or if your grandma will die from her cancer or if the car you’re riding in might end your life today.

What if you had eyes to see things for how beautiful they really are? You could hear the glory of God in every piece of music and every voice. You would wake up every morning feeling more refreshed than you’ve ever felt, with a smile on your face and joy in your heart. Every friendship you had would be based on genuine love, no hidden agendas or drama. No politics, no g…

The Empty Box

Our lives can easily become compartmentalized. We let the words of Jesus shape our actions, but not our hearts – and we end up knowing exactly how to manage every situation carefully. We wrap Jesus up and carefully place him in a box. Then we store Him in the top left hand corner of our closet – and we take it with us when we go to worship services – we hold tight to it when people close to us die – and we grab it when someone tries to prove evolution to us… but if we ever actually opened the box we would find that He has escaped and we’ve been carrying around an empty, powerless box.

Jesus refuses to be boxed up. The call to follow Him has always been “come, give me everything.”

That’s why Jesus said, “Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I didn’t come to bring peace, but a sword. I’ve come to set a man ‘against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and one’s enemies will be those of his household. Whoever loves fat…