I came home yesterday after a long day and walked in the house to see my two year old daughter run out of the bedroom, but this time she looked different. He shirt was bulging out from her belly to her chest with the outline of a stuffed bear. I asked her "what is in your shirt"? She replied "bear"! "Why is bear in your shirt" I asked. She responded simply... "He's eating". To fully comprehend this story, you need to know that "bear" is her baby. She plays with him and kisses him and carries him around. About 15 minutes later, bear's head was poking out of the neck of her shirt. "I'm wearing bear" she said.
Maybe you read the title and you are already overwhelmed. You hear the words "family discipleship" and you have no idea what that can or should look like. I am assuming for the sake of this article that you are reading this because you either a) want to start doing family discipleship but are not sure what it would look like or what it would involve or b) you are already doing something but are looking for additional ideas.
11 years ago, a young man woke up and after showering, he opened his closet, got dressed in a suit, tied a tie, and drove from Manhattan, Kansas to a little town called Minneapolis, Kansas. He drove with a young lady sitting in the passenger seat. Both were excited, nervous, and had no idea of the seriousness of what they were about to do. They were filled with hopes and dreams for the future and intoxicated with affection for each other. When they arrived in Minneapolis, they drove to the courthouse and walked inside with two of their friends. They both stood before a judge, handed her a piece of paper, and she began. Though neither of them realized it, when they walked out of that court room, something profound had changed. They were married.
My aim is not to give a political commentary on the events that transpired this week in Charlottesville, Va. This issue is not one of political ideology or party affiliation. It is, above all, a theological issue. As a pastor, I am not called to be a political activist and I refuse to do so because political involvement will not really change anything. As I read the Bible, I see that the problem with humanity is the problem of sin. It's a spiritual one, not a political one. My aim is simply to point out that as Christians, we cannot be silent about the issue of racism. Put simply, there is no room for racism within the family of God. If you are claiming the name of Christ and harbor animosity, bigotry, or hatred for another person on the basis of the color of their skin or their ethnicity, you are in sin. If you claim the name of Christ and believe that one race is superior to another, you are in sin. Thankfully Jesus redeems us from sin and gives us new hearts. When we look at the root of racism, we see hatred and hatred is not compatible with the gospel of Jesus Christ. Therefore, here are 12 reflections on racism that I think all believers need to embrace.
Today, I'm starting a series of posts on the church. I'm starting with the question, "what is the church"? This may sound like a superficial question but how we answer it says a lot about how we view the church. We live in a very interesting time. On one hand, many parents that have kids that are in High School and College grew up in the church and likely raised their kids in the church to some degree. On the other hand, there are others who have perhaps never set foot in a worship gathering or think of the church as an institution. How should we think about the church? What is the church?
How much stuff happens throughout the day that you forget and wish you could remember? I'm not talking about scheduling things or meetings. I'm talking about little events in your life that you would like to remember in a year or five years and laugh about again? Enter Day One.
Recently I've felt like it's time to start writing again. In the past I've written for various blogs and for a while, even hosted one myself. The problem is I've never been consistent. I've written occasionally but never as often as I've liked to. Part of the reason was there were times when I didn't know what to write about.