If The Ellen Show was church

Do me a favor. Watch this video from The Ellen Show. As you do, pretend Ellen is the preacher, the audience is the congregation, the set is a church, the show is Sunday morning worship and the guy is your first-time guest. Is there anything we can learn? And please realize, more and more, “church” is something that more and more people haven’t “done.” Stay blessed…john

Dads raise your hand

Would this idea work for protecting our schools?  I don’t know.  But here’s why I love it.  We need divine creativity to help address many of the issues we are facing as families, as a church and as a nation.  It’s obvious we don’t have the solutions.  Lord, forgive us for always assuming we do. When we lead with divine creativity, we aren’t concerned with politics.  We’re not putting blame on anyone.  Divine creativity isn’t…..

Are you fed?

Recently, I mentioned in a sermon my uneasiness when people tell me they’re not getting fed in church. To be fair, it doesn’t happen all the time. Enough, though. My point was that I’m not there to feed the church. We’re there to feast on the word together. I forgot to make this point: Everyday you go to work. Every other week or so you get a paycheck. You’d never tell your boss that you’re…..

The Book of Reevaluation

I should keep better record of where I read things.  Who knows where I first saw this: In one Peanuts comic strip Sally was struggling with her memory verse for Sunday. She was absorbed in her thoughts trying to figure it out when she remembered, “Maybe it was something from the book of Reevaluation.” Maybe someone should write a book of Reevaluation.  It would help a lot of us reflect on what we’ve been through…..

A non-guilty Lent

I don’t recall where I was speeding hurrying to get, but I had been listening to the song Christ is Mine by CityAlight when I realized my gas tank wasn’t going to get me there.  Determined to find a place $.02 lower per gallon, I skipped a few gas stations before I finally stopped. As I entered the parking lot and pulled alongside the pump, the bridge of the song hit me: Come, rejoice now, O my…..