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A 300 And Jesus? In the Same Night?

Let's just say that I won't be winning any PBA tournaments any time soon.  Most Monday evenings during the Fall and Spring, you will probably find me at the local bowling alley as I bowl (or, at least show up to the bowling alley!) on our church league in town.  This past Monday, I had the opportunity to witness someone achieving the highest score in bowling, a 300.  Immediately after the cheering and applauding, a sea of people lined up to congratulate the winner.  After shaking the man's hand, I sat back down with my teammates and heard one of them say "I wonder if his luck will rub off on one of us!"  Teasingly, I said "yeah, I'm sure his next game will be a 120 now because he's so excited and he transferred all that skill to us!"  
This experience led me to think about Jesus and the story in Mark 5:24-43 where the woman with the issue of bleeding was trying to get close to Jesus and touched his clothes and was healed (Mark 5:27).  Her number…

What I Learned About God On The Playground

When I look up at your skies, at what your fingers made-- the moon and the stars that you set firmly in place-- what are human beings that you think about them; what are human beings that you pay attention to them? You've made them only slightly less than divine, crowning them with glory and grandeur.  (Psalm 8:3-5 Common English Bible)
Yesterday was my day to pick Andrew up from school, and thinking that he would be released at a certain time, I arrived at the school only to find that I was about 10 minutes early.  Much to my surprise however was that he and his classmates were outside playing before school ended.  Immediately a smile was brushed upon my face and my heart warmed with great joy as I watched my son enjoying the company of his friends and living life without a care in the world.
As I sat in the van, continuing to look on at my son and hoping that he wouldn't see me yet, I wondered about how God might see us as we live our lives.  I wondered if God experiences the s…

Hope in the Ashes

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Life is short.

For some, this statement carries with it deep emotions and deep meaning of experienced loss.  For others, the notion that life is short serves as an excuse to constantly be hurried and rushed.  Eventually, we begin to realize that the notion of life being short is simply a reminder that we have one shot, and we are to make the most of this life.

For Christians, today marks a forty day period of self-reflection, self-denial, and re-focusing our lives upon God alone as our source of strength and hope.  A reminder that we are called to make the most of this life by focusing on the Creator of our lives.

Since around the 10th century, the Church (capital 'C' Church means the universal Church that was, is now, and will be in the future.  Little 'c' church refers more to a local congregation of believers) has practiced the imposition of ashes upon the foreheads of believers as a sign of turning from one's sins and being reminded of our mortality.  In the e…

Have We Missed the Point of Lent?

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Seven words have permeated the dialogue of social media, office spaces, churches, homes, and coffee shops over the past few days.  No, it's not "So when will the world end, again?" but the words "What are you giving up for Lent?"

Unfortunately, I think these words have become less and less meaningful as we have boiled the season of Lent down to a moment of pseudo self-denial as we "suffer" through our giving up of sweets, red meat, coffee, television, twitter, etc.  In fact, it seems to me that Lent has become more about the question than the journey.

Think about it...  We become so focused on what we are giving up that we forget about why we decided to give it up in the first place.  It is almost as if what we are giving up becomes more important than discovering why we have decided to participate in the first place.

Please do not misunderstand me, it is important to take care of ourselves and if you are giving things up in Lent to better yourself,…

Unclean

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Since the Summer of 2011, and our time at family camp, I have been inspired to write some forms of poetry.  I have several friends who write great works for poetry slams and sermons.  This is my first public "appearance".  You can hear me "spit my stuff" by listening to last Sunday's sermon "Lord, Heal Me" by using the sermon player at the end of this post.


Unclean
Reference: Mark 1:40-45

“Unclean! Unclean!” I cry out, a forced vocalized sentence of prison and pain, suffering, and shame, exiting from my mouth, covered from head to upper lip so that I do not share this ugly disease. Because I am a disgrace, I am unholy, and I am unclean, I am a wretch, an embarrassment to my name, an embarrassment to my family.
I walk with my torn clothes and disheveled hair, looking around to see if anyone, anywhere, even cares, as I traverse trying not to break that 50 foot barrier between those who are unlike me, those who are not considered unholy, unclean, and un-loved…

When God Waits for Me

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Can I be confessional with you?  Lately, I have been learning a lot from my quiet times spent alone with God.  And although I am far from being content with the amount of time I spend during my day with God, I am constantly amazed by the quality of that time spent.  Typically, when I begin my day in prayer and Scripture study I find that the day generally goes better than if I begin on my own.  Yet again, even though I know this to be true I continue to attempt things on my own.  When I begin my day without God, it is almost as if God is saying "go ahead, you'll be back, and I'll be here waiting for you".   How do you start your day?  Is God waiting for you to spend time with him?  Trust me, spend time with God whenever you can.  You won't regret it.