When I was growing up I belonged to a very conservative church. We believed in the inerrant scripture and that we engaged with God through our faith and works. We were taught in moral purity and to avoid the emotionalism of “other” denominations. Problem? As a teenager I was not exactly “pure” and seriously struggled with the shame of my inner life. Also, besides my … Continue reading I’m an Evangelical, Charismatic, Mainline, Conservative, Amillennial, ….. Aw, Forget It!
I am hoping for scars. There are times that healing comes but those are the miracles. I do not reject them but I simply acknowledge that they are not the norm. If the miracle doesn’t come I will look for scars. Wounds are open, painful and raw. They are signs of the battle now. The ongoing struggle. There is fear and darkness in the wound. … Continue reading Hoping for Scars
If I was to measure all my weaknesses and struggles in light of what drew me to Christ and strengthened my intimacy with Him then would my assessment be different? Continue reading Cracking the Nut
Camping, there’s nothing like it. Mind you, you could say the same thing about Diphtheria. Is it the setting up a family tent in 35°c? Is it the five centimetre mattress that pretends it’s stopping the tree roots from dislocating your spine? Is it the overpriced soft drinks and bad coffee from the kiosk? What about the neighbours tent that believes full voice shouting is … Continue reading Rough’d Up
A reflection after a Christmas sermon. I often look at the Nativity scene on cards and in windows and wonder if people know how far it is from the reality. The real birthplace of Jesus had less to do with an English stable then with a third world animal shed. The noise and smell would make a modern midwife gag. Then, there’s the blood and … Continue reading Have Yourself a Messy Little Christmas