There once was a young girl whose family had passed away, and she was forced to beg just to survive. One day, the king of the land saw her begging in the streets. He approached her and told her he wanted to adopt her as his daughter, for he was childless. Of course the girl [...]
Archive for June, 2009
happy father’s day
Posted in Life on Jun 22nd, 2009
Dad, I love you and thank the Lord for you. The more I speak with people and realize that not everyone can say their dad is their hero, the more I realize how blessed I am to have you as a father. Your living faith is worthy of emulation. Your heart for hurting people has [...]
grasp
Posted in Good Stuff, Quotes, Theology on Jun 19th, 2009
“For me, Christianity is not something you can grasp, it’s what changes how you grasp everything.” Peter Rollins (in an interview at Calvin College)
the tale of the least of these
Posted in Faith, Missional, Parables, Theology on Jun 12th, 2009
There was a man who heard of a rabbi whose teaching carried weight and authority far surpassing the other teachers of the day. The man was intrigued by the growing reputation of this carpenter turned itinerant teacher. The first-hand stories of miracles and rumors of provocative teachings piqued his interest. And so he set out [...]
the least of these
Posted in Missional on Jun 8th, 2009
The beautiful thing about ministering to “the least of these,” is that you quickly discover God does not view them as such.
Fill me with your holiness, To the point of overflowing, Satisfied with nothing less, Indwelt sin overthrowing, Rescued from my deep distress, Reaping where your Spirit’s sowing.
Well, the new Hoots and Hellmouth cd arrived the other day. And it’s been in my car stereo ever since. I’m no music critic by any means. But these very talented musicians and songwriters know how to bring it. The layered lyrics and catchy chord changes with haunting harmony all combine to make this one [...]
I’ve been to hell and I’ve been back Limped that bloodied-footprint track Battered by intense attacks But there I met a man whose wounds were worse than mine. His hands and feet were scarred His head was etched and marred Yet He had a deep regard For me and my plight on [...]