Some people do spring cleaning. I do fall. Partly it is my job as we get ready to start graded Sunday school after a summer of intergenerational fun. Partly it is necessary after being gone a lot in the summer and having loads of stuff "dumped" into my office for want of a better place.
I do it at home, too. There is something cathartic about pulling dead plants out of the garden and detritus out of the garage. The joke in my family is not to stand around too much or they will be out with the garbage....can't say that I'm not sometimes tempted.
I heard a radio segment yesterday about "people" who are given false information and then presented with a correction. The overwhelming response is to "harden" their belief in the mistake rather than admit to being wrong. Sigh...
When we believe in a God who has faced the worst possible consequence of wrongness--death--and prevailed, what are we afraid of? My fall home and church cleaning is about half-way done. My fall faith-cleaning is going to start with not being afraid to throw out useless beliefs and open the way for light and air and Spirit to move and work in me.
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Faith IN the mess...
So my Friday is my Saturday. Because I work on Sundays, my weekends start after work on Thursday and because I go to school on Saturday, my weekend ends at the end of the day on Friday. So Friday I am up at 5 (because I take after my crazy father who gets up at five instead of my crazy mother who goes to bed at five...both a.m.) and I read several chapters for class, empty the dishwasher, make coffee and breakfast, then I wash the dog, shower, and got ready for my "day off."
I usually have a nice cup of coffee with my husband, and then I hit the pharmacy and the grocery store before I go home to dust, vacuum, and do more homework.
That's not to say I dust and vacuum every day off. Sometimes I mow and rake. Sometimes I clean the garage. Sometimes I clean out closets or run errands.
What I can't seem to find is that idea of weekend that I thought I'd have when I was imagining what being an adult would be like. Walking through the lush green spinach and lettuce of a backdoor garden and smiling at the rabbits having a snack in your private produce department...reading the whole New York Times cover to cover with coffee, white terry robes, and a very handsome man in my very luxurious bedroom with a table and chairs, sofa, and, of course bed with breakfast tray...sailing in a beautiful boat with good friends and good wine...hiking the Appalachian Trail in very cool boots and shorts...dinner parties in your backyard garden at big farmer's tables with tablecloths and plates overflowing with beautiful food, candles, and no pile of dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen...do you get the picture?
I sometimes look for that in my faith. I want that faith that allows your head to glow with a heavenly light and your eyes to glisten with just the hint of tears of joy and fulfillment. I want a faith that allows me to turn water into wine and have a heck of a party with my 200 closest friends. I want a faith that allows me to walk on water without ruining the topsiders. I want a faith that inspires people to want to build temples in my honor...a faith that packs the house and brings more in.
But I don't live in the TV world and the longer I live and the more I read of the scripture, the more I realize that the childhood perspective of miracles as magic is wrong. Jesus eats with sinners...probably means bad food and less than opulent accomodations. Jesus heals lepers...nasty disease in case you forgot. Jesus challenges the status quo and winds up on a Roman cross for his efforts to love God and neighbor.
Faith is in the mess. Faith is where we do live...not where we want to live...and that, I think, is the miracle.I don't have to create the fantasy to find faith. It's in the real world with me!!
I usually have a nice cup of coffee with my husband, and then I hit the pharmacy and the grocery store before I go home to dust, vacuum, and do more homework.
That's not to say I dust and vacuum every day off. Sometimes I mow and rake. Sometimes I clean the garage. Sometimes I clean out closets or run errands.
What I can't seem to find is that idea of weekend that I thought I'd have when I was imagining what being an adult would be like. Walking through the lush green spinach and lettuce of a backdoor garden and smiling at the rabbits having a snack in your private produce department...reading the whole New York Times cover to cover with coffee, white terry robes, and a very handsome man in my very luxurious bedroom with a table and chairs, sofa, and, of course bed with breakfast tray...sailing in a beautiful boat with good friends and good wine...hiking the Appalachian Trail in very cool boots and shorts...dinner parties in your backyard garden at big farmer's tables with tablecloths and plates overflowing with beautiful food, candles, and no pile of dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen...do you get the picture?
I sometimes look for that in my faith. I want that faith that allows your head to glow with a heavenly light and your eyes to glisten with just the hint of tears of joy and fulfillment. I want a faith that allows me to turn water into wine and have a heck of a party with my 200 closest friends. I want a faith that allows me to walk on water without ruining the topsiders. I want a faith that inspires people to want to build temples in my honor...a faith that packs the house and brings more in.
But I don't live in the TV world and the longer I live and the more I read of the scripture, the more I realize that the childhood perspective of miracles as magic is wrong. Jesus eats with sinners...probably means bad food and less than opulent accomodations. Jesus heals lepers...nasty disease in case you forgot. Jesus challenges the status quo and winds up on a Roman cross for his efforts to love God and neighbor.
Faith is in the mess. Faith is where we do live...not where we want to live...and that, I think, is the miracle.I don't have to create the fantasy to find faith. It's in the real world with me!!
Friday, August 13, 2010
"Grow up"
Sometimes you get insight from God in a Mt. Sinai experience with thunder and bolts of fire. Sometimes God is in the still small voice that you hear after the cacophony of wind and storm. And sometimes it just appears as a “duh” in the most mundane of moments. Wouldn’t you know, that would be my experience. No excitement, nothing to write a book about…just a “I-can’t-believe-I-never-thought-about-that-before” revelation.
We were chatting at Montreat…high schoolers thinking about leaving for college in a year or two and college students talking about their experiences being away from home. Some kids leave their home church and quickly find a new church home. Others visit around and never find anything that “feels” right.
And I found myself saying, “You know, when you leave home as a freshman in college and start looking for churches, you look to find a place where you feel like you did when you were ‘at home.’ When you are in your home church, you are children to be nurtured. Everyone takes care of you, loves you, provides for you. The churches you visit see you as young adults, not as children to be cared for. When you join as a young adult, you are expected to serve the church and nurture others. So it doesn’t feel the same. But what I do know is that when you step into that adult role and serve others, your faith is nurtured and you do feel part of a community—that part is the same.”
OK…where did that come from? I have never had those thoughts before…but there is was, and, to me, it made perfect sense. Looking at my own children, the one who expected to go and “be served” never found a place that felt right while she was in college. The ones who went and began to serve others…found that church “home.” Through hundreds of years and millions of different churches in my life (OK, a bit overstated), I have known people who come in to be “served” and pretty soon disappear because church just doesn’t “feel” right. And I have known people who come in to “serve” who very shortly are so much a part of the community that you would never know they were “new.”
I have a new message that needs to be communicated to our children and youth before they leave home. There is a time to be “grown” in faith and a time to “grow” others. Now, while you are a child of the church, now is the time to be “grown.” When you leave home, it will be the time to expect to “grow” others. Some of the young people thought it was a bit frightening to leave home and have to be an adult. Perhaps it is, but we adults also assured them that it was fun and rewarding, challenging and rich with experience. I have a great childhood in the church. I was loved and nurtured and taken care of. But now as one who, like every other adult in the church, is called to nurture others, the depth of my faith and the sense of peace in good times and difficult times is one I wouldn’t trade for all the childhood love in the world.
God's word from Ephesians
Everything you are and think and do is permeated with Oneness.
But that doesn't mean you should all look and speak and act the same. Out of the generosity of Christ, each of us is given his own gift. The text for this is,
He climbed the high mountain,
He captured the enemy and seized the booty,
He handed it all out in gifts to the people…
[Jesus] handed out gifts above and below, filled heaven with his gifts, filled earth with his gifts. He handed out gifts of apostle, prophet, evangelist, and pastor-teacher to train Christ's followers in skilled servant work, working within Christ's body, the church, until we're all moving rhythmically and easily with each other, efficient and graceful in response to God's Son, fully mature adults, fully developed within and without, fully alive like Christ.
No prolonged infancies among us, please… God wants us to grow up, to know the whole truth and tell it in love—like Christ in everything. We take our lead from Christ, who is the source of everything we do. He keeps us in step with each other. His very breath and blood flow through us, nourishing us so that we will grow up healthy in God, robust in love. Ephesians 4:6-16 (The Message)
Thanks be to God…even if he did just tell us to “grow up.”
We were chatting at Montreat…high schoolers thinking about leaving for college in a year or two and college students talking about their experiences being away from home. Some kids leave their home church and quickly find a new church home. Others visit around and never find anything that “feels” right.
And I found myself saying, “You know, when you leave home as a freshman in college and start looking for churches, you look to find a place where you feel like you did when you were ‘at home.’ When you are in your home church, you are children to be nurtured. Everyone takes care of you, loves you, provides for you. The churches you visit see you as young adults, not as children to be cared for. When you join as a young adult, you are expected to serve the church and nurture others. So it doesn’t feel the same. But what I do know is that when you step into that adult role and serve others, your faith is nurtured and you do feel part of a community—that part is the same.”
OK…where did that come from? I have never had those thoughts before…but there is was, and, to me, it made perfect sense. Looking at my own children, the one who expected to go and “be served” never found a place that felt right while she was in college. The ones who went and began to serve others…found that church “home.” Through hundreds of years and millions of different churches in my life (OK, a bit overstated), I have known people who come in to be “served” and pretty soon disappear because church just doesn’t “feel” right. And I have known people who come in to “serve” who very shortly are so much a part of the community that you would never know they were “new.”
I have a new message that needs to be communicated to our children and youth before they leave home. There is a time to be “grown” in faith and a time to “grow” others. Now, while you are a child of the church, now is the time to be “grown.” When you leave home, it will be the time to expect to “grow” others. Some of the young people thought it was a bit frightening to leave home and have to be an adult. Perhaps it is, but we adults also assured them that it was fun and rewarding, challenging and rich with experience. I have a great childhood in the church. I was loved and nurtured and taken care of. But now as one who, like every other adult in the church, is called to nurture others, the depth of my faith and the sense of peace in good times and difficult times is one I wouldn’t trade for all the childhood love in the world.
God's word from Ephesians
Everything you are and think and do is permeated with Oneness.
But that doesn't mean you should all look and speak and act the same. Out of the generosity of Christ, each of us is given his own gift. The text for this is,
He climbed the high mountain,
He captured the enemy and seized the booty,
He handed it all out in gifts to the people…
[Jesus] handed out gifts above and below, filled heaven with his gifts, filled earth with his gifts. He handed out gifts of apostle, prophet, evangelist, and pastor-teacher to train Christ's followers in skilled servant work, working within Christ's body, the church, until we're all moving rhythmically and easily with each other, efficient and graceful in response to God's Son, fully mature adults, fully developed within and without, fully alive like Christ.
No prolonged infancies among us, please… God wants us to grow up, to know the whole truth and tell it in love—like Christ in everything. We take our lead from Christ, who is the source of everything we do. He keeps us in step with each other. His very breath and blood flow through us, nourishing us so that we will grow up healthy in God, robust in love. Ephesians 4:6-16 (The Message)
Thanks be to God…even if he did just tell us to “grow up.”
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Christ in the Headlights...
(Thank you Tom for your brilliance! I am shamelessly stealing it!)
At a meeting last night we were talking about all the conflict that can arise in church communities between generations or political stances or worship styles or really anything else on which a human can take a stand. We were talking about disciplining ourselves to remember that each party in conflict is trying to hear and do what they think God wants them to hear and do...we just tend to get smothered in the "oughts" of our own preferences. Tom suggested it is like a bunch of cars with headlights on bright pointing at each other. Everyone is blinded by the lights to anything outside their own car.
Remembering to turn our cars to point toward the true "road map" if you want to milk the metaphor...looking toward Jesus Christ...reading the biblical text together...praying together..."driving" together...suddenly we can see the road ahead and we are traveling it together. The potholes are illuminated and the company is moving forward--still in our own way with our own gifts and kind of car...but together and not blinded by each other.
My picture of faith for the day...
At a meeting last night we were talking about all the conflict that can arise in church communities between generations or political stances or worship styles or really anything else on which a human can take a stand. We were talking about disciplining ourselves to remember that each party in conflict is trying to hear and do what they think God wants them to hear and do...we just tend to get smothered in the "oughts" of our own preferences. Tom suggested it is like a bunch of cars with headlights on bright pointing at each other. Everyone is blinded by the lights to anything outside their own car.
Remembering to turn our cars to point toward the true "road map" if you want to milk the metaphor...looking toward Jesus Christ...reading the biblical text together...praying together..."driving" together...suddenly we can see the road ahead and we are traveling it together. The potholes are illuminated and the company is moving forward--still in our own way with our own gifts and kind of car...but together and not blinded by each other.
My picture of faith for the day...
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Is God Around?
Just finished Jodi Picoult's book Keeping Faith about a seven year old girl who sees and talks to God. She's a great writer and her books are page turners--but she is not a strong ending writer...If you are going to read the book and insist on being totally surprised...go read someone else's blog. I'm not spoiling all the ending, just the part about God.
So the whole book is set up to illustrate the inexplicable miracle of faith and how one person's experience touches others. Even the most skeptical and non-religious around Faith (the child) have to at least consider the possibility of God's love and existence. No threats of hell, no condemnations...just this presence of loving and healing, and interestingly, suffering.
But at the end of the book, after all the decisions are made (and those I'm not spoiling for you), Faith goes to bed and seeks God and "no one is there."
Why is it that if we are not literally seeing God we assume no one is there and we are not being listened to. Why do we make the leap that the reality of God's existence is only in the visible, physical presence. No question that God is often difficult to sense...feelings of God's absence are common...we often can't see where God is or where we are in God. No argument there. But understanding God as the creator of our world, the giver of the grace we call Jesus Christ, the gift of salvation for all people...why would we assume that just because we cannot see or feel the work, that God is not working.
I've often wondered what was wrong with the Hebrew people who were brought out of Egyptian slavery by the visible power of God and as soon as things got rough in the wilderness, insisted God was not with them. Ever had an experience with your child that after feeding them meals, taking them to school and activities, problem-solving with them, perhaps even treating them to ice-cream or allowing them to have friends over, washing their clothes, cleaning their rooms, providing their lodging and sustenance with your own job...then at then end of the day when they do not get the requested designer jeans the charge is..."You just don't love me!"
Ridiculous, right? But the same assumption is fine when it is us and God. Oh, poor Faith. God abandoned her to the evils of the world. She can no longer see God and no one is listening.
Eugene Peterson in his book Practice Resurrection, reminds us that "All Christian spirituality is thoroughly incarnational--in Jesus, to be sure, but also in us." Growing up in faith means recognizing that most of us, most of the time, will experience the presence of God in and through other humans, in and through creation, in and through the discipline of serving others.
In a nutshell, the ending of the book made me mad. God provided a wealth of love and security and healing in Faith's life...even provided the miracle of visible presence that most of us never experience. Having experienced the grace of God through incarnational gifts from other humans, having read the history of God's work in the world in the biblical texts and in other people's stories, I recognize that God is at work even when I can't define God's work or perhaps even see it. Ephesians challenges us to "grow up" and assume the presence and not the absence of God. The lack of designer jeans does not equate to a lack of love from a parent. The lack of being able to touch and talk to God in any form does not equate to the absence of God in our lives.
(I'm stepping off my soapbox...now...)
So the whole book is set up to illustrate the inexplicable miracle of faith and how one person's experience touches others. Even the most skeptical and non-religious around Faith (the child) have to at least consider the possibility of God's love and existence. No threats of hell, no condemnations...just this presence of loving and healing, and interestingly, suffering.
But at the end of the book, after all the decisions are made (and those I'm not spoiling for you), Faith goes to bed and seeks God and "no one is there."
Why is it that if we are not literally seeing God we assume no one is there and we are not being listened to. Why do we make the leap that the reality of God's existence is only in the visible, physical presence. No question that God is often difficult to sense...feelings of God's absence are common...we often can't see where God is or where we are in God. No argument there. But understanding God as the creator of our world, the giver of the grace we call Jesus Christ, the gift of salvation for all people...why would we assume that just because we cannot see or feel the work, that God is not working.
I've often wondered what was wrong with the Hebrew people who were brought out of Egyptian slavery by the visible power of God and as soon as things got rough in the wilderness, insisted God was not with them. Ever had an experience with your child that after feeding them meals, taking them to school and activities, problem-solving with them, perhaps even treating them to ice-cream or allowing them to have friends over, washing their clothes, cleaning their rooms, providing their lodging and sustenance with your own job...then at then end of the day when they do not get the requested designer jeans the charge is..."You just don't love me!"
Ridiculous, right? But the same assumption is fine when it is us and God. Oh, poor Faith. God abandoned her to the evils of the world. She can no longer see God and no one is listening.
Eugene Peterson in his book Practice Resurrection, reminds us that "All Christian spirituality is thoroughly incarnational--in Jesus, to be sure, but also in us." Growing up in faith means recognizing that most of us, most of the time, will experience the presence of God in and through other humans, in and through creation, in and through the discipline of serving others.
In a nutshell, the ending of the book made me mad. God provided a wealth of love and security and healing in Faith's life...even provided the miracle of visible presence that most of us never experience. Having experienced the grace of God through incarnational gifts from other humans, having read the history of God's work in the world in the biblical texts and in other people's stories, I recognize that God is at work even when I can't define God's work or perhaps even see it. Ephesians challenges us to "grow up" and assume the presence and not the absence of God. The lack of designer jeans does not equate to a lack of love from a parent. The lack of being able to touch and talk to God in any form does not equate to the absence of God in our lives.
(I'm stepping off my soapbox...now...)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Raise a child in the church...
I overheard a conversation in the coffee shop between two "church people." After discussing hymns and such, one said to the other, "I raised my kids in the church, but they don't have much use for it now." Frankly, had I been raised "in the church", I would have much use for it either. The church is a weird institution full of people who are fully human and boy can we play out our humanness...even in a place that is supposed to be God-focused.
What I wanted to say to that guy was, "There is a difference between raising children in the church and raising children in the faith." Raising folks "in the church" is more of a club membership idea...we go to church to get something "out of it"...we go because its expected behavior...we go because we "ought to" as members. But it's primarily about us so if we aren't "being fed"...we bail officially or unofficially...
If I make church participation a matter of membership, I don't have much use for it either. Church membership is definitively one of the hardest things I do in life. Sometimes I hate the humanness evident in the church community...all church communities, not just my particular community. Sometimes I think why bother, most folks don't "have much need for the church," so why are we holding on...The "emerging church" movement claims the death of church as doctrine...who needs the institutional church?
Church as a matter of faith is a completely different focus. Barth suggests that as we "believe in" the being and work of the Triune God, so we "believe in" the church as the body of Christ in the world. The very first church communities were no more "together," no less "human" than we are (just read the epistles if you are not convinced there were problems). But to be grafted into Christ as a Christian means by definition we are grafted into the body that is called the church. It is not always easy or rewarding...but it is our identity and our way of being in the world. We do not get to choose church membership. It chooses us...church is chosen for us as our way of being the "provisional representation of God in the world" by God incarnate in Christ and it is sustained today through the work of the Holy Spirit.
Being raised in the church means attending until you no longer get something you think you want from the church. Being raised in the faith (at whatever age) means you are called into the body of Christ to serve...and it will never be easy...but history shows that faith is nurtured by the sacrifices we are called to make in the community and in the world. Being part of a church is seldom easy, but it will bring joy and reward and deep gratitude when we get ourselves out of the way and let the Spirit work.
What I wanted to say to that guy was, "There is a difference between raising children in the church and raising children in the faith." Raising folks "in the church" is more of a club membership idea...we go to church to get something "out of it"...we go because its expected behavior...we go because we "ought to" as members. But it's primarily about us so if we aren't "being fed"...we bail officially or unofficially...
If I make church participation a matter of membership, I don't have much use for it either. Church membership is definitively one of the hardest things I do in life. Sometimes I hate the humanness evident in the church community...all church communities, not just my particular community. Sometimes I think why bother, most folks don't "have much need for the church," so why are we holding on...The "emerging church" movement claims the death of church as doctrine...who needs the institutional church?
Church as a matter of faith is a completely different focus. Barth suggests that as we "believe in" the being and work of the Triune God, so we "believe in" the church as the body of Christ in the world. The very first church communities were no more "together," no less "human" than we are (just read the epistles if you are not convinced there were problems). But to be grafted into Christ as a Christian means by definition we are grafted into the body that is called the church. It is not always easy or rewarding...but it is our identity and our way of being in the world. We do not get to choose church membership. It chooses us...church is chosen for us as our way of being the "provisional representation of God in the world" by God incarnate in Christ and it is sustained today through the work of the Holy Spirit.
Being raised in the church means attending until you no longer get something you think you want from the church. Being raised in the faith (at whatever age) means you are called into the body of Christ to serve...and it will never be easy...but history shows that faith is nurtured by the sacrifices we are called to make in the community and in the world. Being part of a church is seldom easy, but it will bring joy and reward and deep gratitude when we get ourselves out of the way and let the Spirit work.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Where's the weekend?????
So, my Friday is my Saturday. Because I work on Sundays, my weekends start after work on Thursday, and because I go to school on Saturday, my weekend ends at the end of the day on Friday. So last Friday I am up at 5 (because I take after my crazy father who gets up at five instead of my crazy mother who goes to bed at five...both a.m.) and I read several chapters for class, empty the dishwasher, make coffee and breakfast, then I wash the dog, shower, and get ready for my day off.
I did have a nice cup of coffee with my husband, and then I hit the pharmacy and the grocery store before I went home to dust, vacuum, and do more homework.
That's not to say I dust and vacuum every day off. Sometimes I mow and rake. Sometimes I clean the garage. Sometimes I clean out closets or run errands.
What I can't seem to find is that idea of weekend that I thought I'd have when I was imagining what being an adult would be like:
But, on the weekend and in my faith I just get up and do what needs to be done, celebrating occasional cups of great coffee or great insight. The reality is, as I look around, most real adult people don't have weekends like I imagined, or faith like we have defined it. You can't show me where Mother Teresa's head glowed on a regular basis, and we learned after her death that she struggled every day to hold on to her faith. Moses glowed after coming off the mountain of God, but before and after that event he dealt with real people and real issues and made a boatload of mistakes. Jesus was crucified.
Faith and weekends seem to be much more about preparation and awareness, and the discipline of "keeping on" so that when the spirit of the luxurious moment does break through, we can see and celebrate.
My greatest frustration comes when I expect faith and/or weekends to be something they are not. Both are fully a part of real life and not separate from it. Both require work and persistence. Both hold great hope for the future (I still hope for that garden...and maybe the slender legs...) and both shape life in the coming days. And as frustrating as both can be, I wouldn't even consider living without them.
I did have a nice cup of coffee with my husband, and then I hit the pharmacy and the grocery store before I went home to dust, vacuum, and do more homework.
That's not to say I dust and vacuum every day off. Sometimes I mow and rake. Sometimes I clean the garage. Sometimes I clean out closets or run errands.
What I can't seem to find is that idea of weekend that I thought I'd have when I was imagining what being an adult would be like:
- walking through lush green spinach and lettuce in a backdoor garden with delicious hot coffee (made, I'm sure by the butler/maid/husband) and smiling benevolently at the rabbits having a snack in your private produce department...
- reading the whole New York Times cover to cover with coffee (again), white terry robes, and a very handsome man (butler back? no husband!) in a luxurious bedroom with table and chairs, sofa, and of course, the mussed but beautiful bed with breakfast tray...
- sailing in a beautiful boat with good friends and good wine, beautiful tan and great hair...
- hiking the Appalachian Trail in very cool boots and shorts, slender legs--shaved and exfoliated...
- dinner parties in your backyard garden at big farmer's tables with tablecloths and plates overflowing with beautiful, home-grown, organic food, candles that don't attract suicidal moths, and no pile of dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen (butler again!)...
- add your fantasy here...
But, on the weekend and in my faith I just get up and do what needs to be done, celebrating occasional cups of great coffee or great insight. The reality is, as I look around, most real adult people don't have weekends like I imagined, or faith like we have defined it. You can't show me where Mother Teresa's head glowed on a regular basis, and we learned after her death that she struggled every day to hold on to her faith. Moses glowed after coming off the mountain of God, but before and after that event he dealt with real people and real issues and made a boatload of mistakes. Jesus was crucified.
Faith and weekends seem to be much more about preparation and awareness, and the discipline of "keeping on" so that when the spirit of the luxurious moment does break through, we can see and celebrate.
My greatest frustration comes when I expect faith and/or weekends to be something they are not. Both are fully a part of real life and not separate from it. Both require work and persistence. Both hold great hope for the future (I still hope for that garden...and maybe the slender legs...) and both shape life in the coming days. And as frustrating as both can be, I wouldn't even consider living without them.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
first times...
Actually taking the step to commit to blogging crashes together life and faith like cars in an action movie...only without the box office take home pay. Putting words on the paper means having faith that it will be the slightest bit helpful to someone. Putting words on the paper means having faith that the words will come. Putting words on the paper means yanking myself into the 21st century because there's no paper here...only words...I only think I am "with it"...
I toyed with several titles for the blog and landed here because 1) it wasn't already taken and 2) usually what I have to spout off about is this idea of "real life" and faith intersecting. At times I expect that life is nice and easy and that faith will be part of that nice, easy existence. And without fail, life gets "real" instead and faith is part of the struggle and we're back to the action movie crash...and still without the box office pay...
We'll crash around together if you want.
I toyed with several titles for the blog and landed here because 1) it wasn't already taken and 2) usually what I have to spout off about is this idea of "real life" and faith intersecting. At times I expect that life is nice and easy and that faith will be part of that nice, easy existence. And without fail, life gets "real" instead and faith is part of the struggle and we're back to the action movie crash...and still without the box office pay...
We'll crash around together if you want.
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