Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Wake Up

New favorite band... because they combine an upright bass with Jesus.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Why I choose to believe the Bible

Hoping it’s possible for me to memorize this sermon word for word.... You don’t need to memorize it, just listen :)


Monday, July 16, 2012

Unaware

Essentially the opposite of how you’d expect this guy to sound... which makes it even more awesome.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Get Real

“So... how are you doing spiritually?”

I am frequently asked this question by friends and family, and I’ve never really noticed the pattern to my answers. You know the ones that sound something like this: “Good. I’ve really been getting into the Word this week.” “Well, I’m not struggling with this or that as much as I was last year.” “The sermon on Sunday was awesome. I really learned a lot.” Sound familiar?

Although these answers may be true in an over-gernalized, superficial way, I’ve come to find that there’s really no good way to answer this question. You see, the problem here lies with the question itself.. “How are you doing spiritually?” We have yet to even hear the name, Jesus, in these kinds of conversations. He doesn’t seem to be the point. It is me that is the focus of my salvation.

So let’s get real here for a second and talk about how I am doing spiritually: “Spiritually, I’m the worst. I’m broken. I want to do good and, yet, I choose what is bad. I don’t measure up to God’s standard. In fact, I am so painfully aware of my weaknesses, my flaws, my failures... and guess what? So is God.

So how about rephrasing the question? How about something like this: “How is God picking up the pieces of your broken life and using them for the glory of His kingdom?” We must move our eyes from our sin to our GOD.

Those of us who have been rescued by God really should not have anything to prove. We should be able to call sin what it is because we know it has been paid for through the blood of Jesus Christ. So maybe, rather than offering up socially acceptable responses to this question, let’s all get real. Let’s not be ashamed of the areas that we need God. Let us boast in our weaknesses. Paul says in 2 Corinthians 12:10, “For the sake of Christ, then, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”


I love this story about C.H. Spurgeon:


C.H. Spurgeon was greeting parishioners outside the Metropolitan Tabernacle after a certain Sunday worship service. He was accompanied by his elders and a throng of people came by to thank him for the service. However, as the crowd paraded by Spurgeon, an elderly lady approached him with a look of consternation on her face. “Mr. Spurgeon,” she sharply began, “you are the most arrogant, obnoxious, annoying man that I have ever heard of. And I wanted to be the one to tell you so.” The crowd grew somewhat quiet with embarrassment as the old woman stormed off in a huff. With all eyes on him, Spurgeon turned to the elder standing next to him and said, “Sheesss, she doesn’t know the half of it."


What C.H. Spurgeon understood was that (just like me) he was a screw up... but what he also knew was that God loved screw ups. Think about all the people God used in the Bible: Peter - a man who was told that the church would be built upon him, and he goes and denies Christ 3 times. David committed adultery and conspired to commit murder. And yet God said David was a man after His own heart. Jonah was instructed to go to Ninevah, but ran away instead. When he finally did do what God commanded, he did it with a bad attitude. And yet God used him to turn the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people back to Him. And hello.... Paul. Paul devoted his life to persecuting the church. And yet God used him to take the gospel to the gentiles and write the majority of the New Testament.


It is my prayer that when asked the question, “how are you doing spiritually?” that we would make it a little less about us, and a lot more about God’s grace.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Hazel

This is hilarious... and one of the reasons I am a happy owner of a new puppy. Everyone, meet Hazel.

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

Thursday, January 5, 2012