There are lots of reasons why God shouldn’t use you.
A Spoken Word Poem
Message for me. Maybe for you too.
This is a sermon based on Pete Briscoe’s idea of a modern day understanding of the Biblical concept of the Bema.
I will sing of the loving-kindness of the Lord forever. I will make known with my mouth how faithful You are to all people. 2 For I said, “Loving-kindness will be built up forever. You will make known how faithful You are in the heavens.”
Thanking God that the song doesn’t end. Nothing can stop the rhythm and meter of this melody. Death, separation, doubt and despondency are no match for the strong and unchained sound of God’s grace. It has passed through ages of war, pain, oppression, bondage and unthinkable holocaust and yet the sound is steady and strong. It is tall enough to reach the heavens and powerful enough to break the bounds of oppression. It was sung as a dirge on a cruel cross on a Friday but returned as a dawn-breaking, triumphant wakeup anthem on Sunday. Thank You God that the song never ends.
He needs to eat, to be loved, and held closely.
He needs to be protected.
The little guy can really do nothing for himself.
He’s a high maintenance gift from God.
Such a miracle! Such an overwhelming revelation of God’s power and artistry!
But as you bathe him, provide for him, He’s going to need something from you. Continue reading “He’s Going to Need You”
“Our longing to know who we really are—which is the source of all our discontent—will never be satisfied until we confront and accept our solitude. There we discover that the truth of our belovedness is really true. Our identity rests in God’s relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.”
Lord, I pray that you will help me completely identify with Your saving grace that covers me.
I came to God with fashion sense
And clothes I bought at great expense
I knew the drill
All things down pat.
God said, I never wanted that.
I huddled with my life long friends. Continue reading “I Never Wanted That”
I have a confession to make. Love really hurts these days. It all began when my 14 year old got MMA lessons for his birthday. Often I come through the door of the house and somewhere lurking in the shadows is a 140 pound guy with the body fat of a coat hanger who will bring me into submission. This was fun when he didn’t know Brazilian Jujitsu. Continue reading “I Wrestle NOT”
My son is a church planter on Xbox. I write this and yet I don’t even know what it means. Not exactly. Evidently he’s built a church on a game map and then he invites gamers to come to the Bible Study on Xbox live. All the members keep their game weapons outside the edifice Caleb somehow constructed in the Xbox universe. Continue reading “Upgrading the Antennae”