God isn’t asking me to be perfect in order to receive salvation and relationship with him.
The text says that the only work required of us is to believe.
Today I saw the words, “Share the Power,” graffitied on a bridge, and suddenly the thing I have been struggling with and unable to express came to light. I want to share the power. I just don’t know how. I don’t have enough power and sway to make the changes that need to be made. Wait, no, back up. I don’t know […]
We had come together, like so many times before, to mourn tragic and senseless loss. I stood there singing words I desperately wanted to be true. I wanted to believe that God loves us so.
I’m a pastor, and I swear sometimes.
I try not to, but sometimes there are no other words that can quite express exactly the sentiment I want to convey.
For example, I might let a word or two slip when I am out running with my dog, Bruiser. …This is when I lose my sanctified mind!
A couple days after my friend left, my mother arrived. I had called her right after I wrote about what it is like to be me right now.
She booked a flight immediately. She didn’t ask why I needed her; she didn’t hesitate. I called, and she came.
My mom cooked; she cleaned; she read with the kids; she played games with us; she listened; and she restored my peace.
I thank God for the angels among us- the people who show up and tell us with their actions and their words that God cares for our every need.
My prayer today is you will not hold on to your failures as a weight to prevent you from reaching up to heaven, but you would lay them down as a step you stand on to bring you closer to God.