My dad loved to tell jokes. My brother Matt and I heard the same jokes over and over and over on road trips and social gatherings. All. The. Time. We would just look at each other and roll our eyes. But the truth is my father never told an off color joke, and his humor brought joy to everyone around him.
I think he'd want me to start his funeral message with a joke to break the ice, but I'm very sad, really nervous, and thinking my attempt at humor today will not land.
Every generation of Christ followers insists their needs are the greatest while forgetting all of our needs are met richly in Christ. We cannot forget that the gospel points us to embrace the most vulnerable and most of us refuse to see the unchurched, dechurched and overchurched as vulnerable. But what else do you call a child of God without spiritual parents?
I’m devastated that a presidential candidate can BRAG of sexual assault and then make no real apology for it. He has total disregard for me being made in the image of God and valued for more than my p****. I am heartbroken.
I can tell you as a woman I am looking to my pastors, church leaders, seminary professors, and Christian leaders/speakers/authors to speak up against so obvious injustice. I need the men in power in my Christian circles to reiterate my value, inherent unquestionable value, from their platforms because this weekend I'm tempted to feel worthless.
When the church communicates in a way that has single women envisioning "passing the buck" spiritually to our future husbands, we teach an entire generation that, although they may be the leader of their own spiritual walk now, an inevitable spiritual demotion is coming once you get married...
A few years ago I was not sure that I wanted to have kids (gasp), and I made the mistake of saying this out loud to a new friend in a seminary class. She very directly and emphatically told me, “You’re missing out on the highest calling God has on your life.” Her words pierced me. I wonder if the flinch I felt inside showed. She was well intentioned but wrong.
I've got a theory about why young women are intentionally choosing not to love the lord their God with all their heart, all their soul, all their mind, and all their strength. It's because the messages they've received from the church have made loving God with all a short-lived pursuit at best and a futile pursuit at worse...
My calendar reminder for Mother's Day came through today and brought up all sorts of emotions concerning the women I love dearly--moms or not. Even though I'm a rookie mom and rookie blogger, I thought I would try and process all the feels with you.
Ministry rivalry will die with my generation. And by God's grace you'll find me helping to nail the coffin shut. My generation will simply not put up with petty, distracting, and territorially approaches to ministry of our spiritual parents and grandparents. We've lost precious time and soul-winning effectiveness in loving our God and loving each other because we were haggling over the details.
We are absorbed in decision dilemmas trying to hear the voice of God, follow His leading, pursue our calling, and be in the middle of His will. After someone makes the right decision in their life on the matter, it seems these four patterns emerged before the decision was made...