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…..

Merry-go-round

I finished some reading from A.W. Tozer on prayer.  You should consider doing the same! Here’s a piece that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about: Our consideration of the power and efficacy of prayer enters into the question of why we are part of a Christian congregation and what that congregation is striving to be and do.  We have to consider whether we are just going around and around–like a religious merry-go-round. Are…..

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…..

My parenting regret

And just like that we have a child that has left the nest. That was an experience! I’ve taken the last few days since our oldest daughter moved into her apartment–it’s close to us and she she lives with a family member–to reflect and I have found my one parenting regret.  That doesn’t mean I haven’t had mistakes in parenting, but those come with the territory. Every since I’ve learned the value of prayer, I…..

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…..