Yesterday, a couple visited our church for worship. They are members of another church we’ve served before.
It’s cool when you see familiar faces like that. Out of the blue–out of the pandemic.
Confession: I avoid the urge to parade those visitors around the congregation. If it were up to me, I’d introduce them to everyone myself. To me, it’s like introducing family.
I’m not sure who would be more uncomfortable after a while if I did that. The couple or the church?
If you ever get the nudging or the opportunity to visit with an old pastor of yours, do it. It’d make their day and bring back good memories.
I’ve read one or two Beth Moore resources over th
For the last several years, I’ve followed Beth Moore online.
Before that, you couldn’t call me a fan or devotee. I didn’t have much connection to her material.
Online, I’ve appreciated her candor about many things. Since I don’t have a solid grasp of what her theology is/was, it could be that I missed this kind of transparency from her.
From what I gather, the Trump era brought much of this out into the open.
I say that because many people admired her and bought her books before.
Her openness and her willingness to call into question a few people and issues generated a lot of pushback against her. A lot. Some of it is downright evil.
Today, that will escalate further.
News came out March 9 that she is parting ways with her denomination, the Southern Baptist Convention. Her decision stems from the denomination’s handling (or not handling) of issues like race relations and sexism.
I’m writing today to encourage people of faith to remember our witness. She isn’t the only person to feel the brunt of imperious Internet users. The reality is that many people face the kind of vile contempt she has and will continue to see.
It’s the reason I stopped reading comments on Christian articles. I couldn’t stand to read what professing Christians were willing to write about each other.
Who are we?
For the love of God, my wish for Beth Moore and the rest of the world is for Christians to stop being jerks.
There are only a few nights that it happens.
Everyone once in a while I have trouble going back to sleep in the middle of the night. Going to sleep is never a problem for me. Going back to sleep isn’t usually either.
But I’ve long decided that if it’s been fifteen minutes that I’m still awake, I’m getting out of bed.
I may pray. If I can find a small light, I’ll read. Sometimes I’ll write.
Last night was one of those nights. So, I did two things: I read and I reflected.
In my reflection, this thought came to mind: When you can’t sleep, dream.
Take that as advice. Take it as a practical pointer for getting through restless nights. Take it as nonsense.
It’s yours now.