Perhaps one of my all-time favorite illustrations of God is given life through the pen of C.S. Lewis in his writing of Aslan. For those who haven’t read the Chronicles of Narnia I’ll try not to ruin it. Aslan is a lion, King of Narnia and all that dwell within it.
f God is a person as we concluded last week…then that truth needs to impact how we come to know who he is. Some approach the study of God with an almost scientific outlook. They catalogue facts of the biblical text, looking to reveal who God is through the study of the scriptures.
Perhaps one of the most misunderstood issues within the church is the issue of depression. Many don’t know how to deal with it…not Christians struggling with it, or Christians trying to help the struggling.
Simplicity. It is the champion of clear communication. With a simple message, said simply, more people are apt to accept what is being said at face value and move on with their lives. Many churches have taken this approach when presenting the Gospel.
There are moments in all of our lives where the people who are the closest to us are the people that we treat the worst, where we become so used to their impact on our life that we become blind to their acts of service…or their kind words. In some ways, these people become ghosts…people we see straight through, only noticing them when something goes wrong, or when we need something.
There are moments in all of our lives where the people who are the closest to us are the people that we treat the worst, where we become so used to their impact on our life that we become blind to their acts of service…or their kind words.
Christmas…it’s a word that for millions brings joy, excitement, and fond memories. The excitement of waking up and finding presents under the tree, of Christmas dinner, and cookies. I used to be one of those people…I used to enjoy this holiday the magic and excitement, the spectacle and the grandeur of it all. I am not one of those people anymore…call me Scrooge or the Grinch…but Christmas is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Throughout my lifetime, I have been told on a fairly consistent basis that I am arrogant. This has generally been said to me by those above me in status, position, or authority…very rarely has this been said to me by my peers.
There are periods in all of our lives where grief, trial, tribulation, and hardship become a focal point of our lives. This generally occurs with little warning seemingly sideswiping us and leaving us completely disoriented.
When you are reading through the New Testament there is one phrase that seems to have a constant presence within the text. It is especially seen in one author in particular, who uses this verse at the beginning or the end of almost every epistle he writes. That author would be none other than Paul of Tarsus.
Throughout life, one of the inevitable experiences of every human being is that of loss, grief, and suffering. Reminders of the decisions we make every day and how, without Christ, we would choose nothing but death and rebellion.
Being an evangelical, one of the most prominent phrases that I hear on a regular basis is the tried and true verbiage, “Jesus is my personal Lord and Savior,” when stating they are a Christian.
So after last week’s reflective post its right back down to business. Today I am writing on a topic that is very near and dear to my heart. Evangelism is one of the few topics in today’s church that is given a decent amount of sermon time.
As some of you know, my wife and I are expecting the birth of our first child this upcoming March. For whatever reason, this thought I am articulating has struck me here and now.
Few people in modern American Christianity polarize people like Mark Driscoll. He is a man who was unashamed, bold, and confident in his preaching. While these are certainly characteristics to admire behind the pulpit it appears that he at times was just as bold in his interpersonal relationships as he was from the pulpit.
I remember 7 years ago walking down the aisle next to my father (who 6 months prior had two brain surgeries) up to the man of my dreams! I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening; I knew I loved him but I was afraid of not being a good or Godly wife to Justin.
As we walk through this crazy world and all of its…well… craziness, I cannot help but thank God for all that he has done for me and for His church. I know that my life would be purposeless without Him, and that even though I am a horrible screw up he has still called me to a form of ministry that is overwhelming and humbling all at the same time.