September 2011
7 posts
Catchphrase
Catchphrase
I recently read a book on the spirituality of worship in the Free Church Tradition. The author alludes to a concept he calls “heart worship.” Frankly, I have no idea what “heart worship” is. The author doesn’t define it. Apart from pointing out an offense against good writing, this incident, if you will, brought out in my head a predicament. We as Christians have this jargon – and...
Free
Free.
A blatant exacerbation and violent revealing of the sins of my heart often follows my inability to believe that Jesus and has fought for me and, consequently, I no longer need to fight for myself. I won’t say all, but many of my interactions with people, so I’m discovering, are born out of a desire to prove myself. The proving is not merely to demonstrate that I’m not a failure. Rather, I...
The Flammable Heart
I’ve recently learned that I’m an extravert. Shocking. I know. It is something I’ve actually known about myself for quite some time. However, in this thing called life figuring out who you are and what makes you tick in a long process and every so often something catches your eye. So maybe a more appropriate phrase would be that I’ve recently relearned that I’m an extravert.
I recently had a...
Swords, Shields and Werewolves
Swords, Shields and Werewolves I’ve started to consider the fact that for as many “honest” conversations I have, I’m really quite petrified of being known. Seriously. It terrifies me. Think of the all the possible risks that come along with someone actually knowing about you. First and foremost, they could flat decide that they don’t like you. Or that you’re scary. Either way, it’s a pretty awful...
Look at all Those Friends
Look at all those Friends
I have this friend. He’s older, married and has 3 kids. His middle daughter Stella once made one of the most profound statements I’ve ever heard. Upon arriving at a playground at Cameron Park, Stella, who is about 3 at this point, looks out at the playground and exclaims, “Look at all those friends!!!” Aristotle knew not a more formidable foe. For Stella did not see...
Rest
Rest
I sit shivering in a theology class, wondering what the hell I’m doing here. The odd thing about preparation is that during the course of preparation, one seldom feels like he’s doing anything of value. More often than not, he feels cold and academic, at least in the case of seminary. Then again, air conditioning doesn’t help. In this moment, I sit sunk and contemplating the reality of the...
Emptied.
Emptied.
Running is inevitable. I run. You run. Everyone runs. Obviously, I’m not talking about running in the physical sense, although “running” could manifest itself in running. I’m fully aware of that. Rather, I’m talking about a type of running that is most likely invisible to the eye that won’t look and undetectable by the heart unwilling to engage in the type of soul searching necessary to...
