Last Wednesday night as I sat in a pew in my own church, another church experienced something straight out of a horror film. If you live in America, you know what I am referencing. A young white man, whom I will not name, walked into a church that was predominately black and asked if he could speak with the pastor. He then proceeded to shoot and kill 9 people, including the pastor. Now, some are willing to make excuses for this young man stating mental illness, and instability or are diluted enough to believe that this entire scenario was not motivated by racism.
My favorite day of the year is upon us…a day that I am surprised is not more important and more celebrated by Christians everywhere. Sure, we go to a service…but are we really celebrating what has occurred in the tomb? Is going to a service and going to a family member’s house for dinner really what Easter is about…or is there something more. Having a son…I am trying to think on ways that he can understand the importance of Easter.
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.
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.
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.