I Surrender All (Learning to Breathe Again)
Blessed are the Refugees, for they are welcome in the Kingdom of God.
It is so hard to believe that it has been a year since I got a call asking if I would accept a ministry position at a wonderful United Methodist faith community in Huntsville Alabama. A year since I quit a job that was literally killing me, packed my things, and loaded my family up to move to a new place, to start a new job, and to start a new chapter of our life doing the one thing that had almost left us completely broken just a few years prior.
I never thought I would be back in ministry. Hell, if I am being honest I was not even sure I would ever be committed to a local church again.
At the base of a hill during the cool afternoon we sit with a multitude of others who have followed a Rabbi from Nazareth out into the countryside. Some of us are waiting expectantly for whatever discourse he is about to give, some of us are here because we just had to know what all the fuss was about, others here because quite frankly we find it hard to believe that anyone from Nazareth has much good to say.
Brick and Mortar Gods
The Sun was darkened, the moon turned to blood, and in a flash the Western sky was rent and the earth trembled beneath a voice like that of an archangel.
The king of Kings had returned.
The Lord of Lords.
The long awaited day of the second coming of the Son of God had finally arrived.
I Deny the Resurrection
I labored by the sweat of my brow for thorns and thistles; the ground producing what you commanded and you still would not accept it!? So what was I supposed to do? Lord.... The fruit of my labor was not good enough... It was blood that you wanted and blood I gave to you.
Practicing Resurrection (All Saints Day)
Despite how often I study the scriptures, pray, meditate, and seek to experience the God of Jesus Christ (the God of resurrection) I still find myself denying the Resurrection.
YOUR GOD IS TOO SMALL
As Christians we await not the destruction and death of creation and the world we now inhabit but rather it's true birth. We know that death is merely a stepping off point between this age and the age in which all things will be set right. The age in which the whole sum of creation will be swallowed up in the divine glory of the incarnate word of God, our Christ.
Pax Christus: A word to Christians on Memorial Day.
Really, I did.
In the past few years it has become increasingly hard to not severe myself from evangelicalism altogether. I spent years swallowing questions and telling myself I just did not believe hard enough. I even told myself that my heart was just deceiving me. After all it was you that taught me my heart was deceitful above all else, was it not?
God our Mother
Jesus came offering a new way to see and live in the world. A way that stood in direct opposition to Rome and its gospel of Pax Romana. A way that the apostles and church Fathers were so convinced had the power to reshape all of creation that they were willing to die for it. But not by going out with a fight. No! The gospel of Jesus led them to abandoning the sword and the false idea that war was a viable means of progress.
As a young teen who craved for a consistent Father figure it only made since that at the onset of my faith I would best understand God as "Father." But these days, more often than not, I find myself praying "Our mother who is in Heaven..."
"Before time dawned and space was called to be, before the heavens were stretched out and filled with a sea of stars, before the earth was summoned and filled with people and life and endless beauty, before there was anything, there was the Father, Son and Spirit and the great dance."
-C. Baxter Kruger