Thursday, April 19, 2012

Night Lights

There will be a few more adjustments to the night lights on the new church building but this gives an preview of what it will look like at night. Lord willing, we're just a few more weeks  before moving in.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Risky Business

Churches can be hard places―hard because they involve people―sinful, broken, weak people. None of us are excluded from that description, though we often see the frailties in others before we see it in ourselves. Perhaps God has already been at work on us for a while. Perhaps we have benefited from the influence of those who are ahead of us. The church is a foster home; we get whoever God sends us. God takes us as we are and brings us to where we ought to be. Likewise, we take others in the name of Christ, love them, serve them and nurse them. It’s risky business, and it can be dirty business as well, but it’s the business that Jesus engaged in and that He calls us to. He called the immoral and the unclean; “such were some of you” (1 Cor. 6:9-11).

Jesus said, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matt. 11:28-30). Moreover, His word also instructs us: “Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees, 13 and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but rather be healed” (Heb. 12:12). 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tatter'd outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me, I am dumb
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

― G. K. Chesterton