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The Importance of Being Kind

The Importance of Being Kind

From the Psalms:

Do you really love life?
Do you want to be happy?
Then stop saying cruel things
and quit telling lies.
Do good instead of evil
and try to live at peace.


From my head:

Easy to say.
Hard to do.
What is the key?
I've a message for you.

When God is Silent

When God is Silent

According to a CBS News report, a “survey of more than 2,000 Americans conducted by the Harris Poll… on behalf of the American Osteopathic Association, showed that almost three-quarters (72 percent) of Americans experience loneliness. And for many, it’s not just a once-in-a-while occurrence—one-third said they feel lonely at least once a week.”

The Power of Words

The Power of Words

When looking at the natural world—from the heights of mountains, to the mighty oceans, and then into the molecular and cellular structure of all that exists—one cannot help but get the message. “Can you hear me now?”

God has spoken.

Death Cleaning

Death Cleaning

Clean out those things in your life that get in the way of your relationship with God.

Jesus, Friend of Sinners

Jesus, Friend of Sinners

Come meet this motley crew of misfits
These liars and these thieves
There's no one unwelcome here
So that sin and shame that you've brought with you
You can leave it at the door
And let mercy draw you near

Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Who are you? What do you believe about yourself? Who are you really? What if people knew the real you? Who’s your daddy?

And Are We Yet Alive?

And Are We Yet Alive?

“You have a tongue in your head and two tongues in your shoes, and no matter what the tongue in your head is saying, the tongues in your shoes tell what you’re doing and where you are going. And the awful truth is that the tongues in your shoes have the last word.”

Ethel Barrett

Dare to Imagine

Dare to Imagine

The first pig was killed and hung by its back legs, but Sarah had forgotten the container in the car, and she ran to retrieve it. I wondered what this was all about. I quickly learned what the container was for as she cut the pig’s throat and collected as much blood as she could. I was horrified! What in the world was she doing?

Living With Anger

Living With Anger

In the heat of an argument, when tempers are flaring, you wonder who's going to go first.
Who's going to break first?
Who's going to say they are sorry first?
Who's going to say I forgive you first?
Who's going to cross that line first? 
​​​​​​​Not me… not me. 

We Are Not Worthy

We Are Not Worthy

It is easy to get confused into thinking church is mostly about us, and that the supreme test of a good worship service is that we get something out of it. In actuality, it is not about us at all. We are not here to be entertained. We are not here to perform. We are not here because it makes good business sense. We are here for one reason and one reason only.

Fragments of Hope

Fragments of Hope

Clay pieces of a communion chalice lie scattered on the floor after a heated debate at the United Methodist General Conference in 2004 over its stance on homosexuality. A clay chalice had been shattered. A cup of forgiveness had been deliberately broken as an act of protest.

Don’t Be a Stranger

Don’t Be a Stranger

I was sitting in the office when the phone rang. The woman on the other end started screaming at me… “If you think you are going to bring those people into my church, you better think again.”

Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?

Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?

What a friend we have in Jesus… For most days, it’s enough for Jesus to be our good friend, our wise teacher and counselor, an inspiring example, but for times when the storm clouds gather, and there’s not one thing we can do to save ourselves by ourselves, it’s then that we need the one whom the wind and sea obey.

Have You Still No Faith?

Have You Still No Faith?

We see the wind and the waves, but can we focus our eyes on Jesus, the One whom the wind and the waves ultimately obey? When the ship is tossed, we can only think of our doom. Can we instead imagine the calm and hope of a new creation?

Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?

Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?

To believe that God is the great Creator of the universe is some consolation, but not much when the storm clouds gather and the waves begin to crash. It’s then that we need to know that God truly cares. This is a word about God that the world is literally dying to hear.

Why are you so afraid?

Why are you so afraid?

There are three boat stories in Mark’s Gospel. Each paints the disciples in times of their fear and unbelief. As we deal with the first boat story, we will do so in a four part sermon series.

In these 7 short verses, we find 4 questions. Two are asked by Jesus, and two are asked by the disciples. This Sunday, we begin with the question, “Why are you so afraid?”

Holy Ignorance

Holy Ignorance

You perform your small acts of kindness, do your bit to show up with the pie when there is sadness in some family, or write a short note to someone who is going through a tough time, or offer to pick up the kids for someone after school; nothing big, not carefully planned or brilliantly executed. You're sowing the seeds.

Family Ties

Family Ties

How hurtful it must have been for him to be rejected and labeled as “crazy” by his own family. Jesus didn't strike back—he simply redefined family. He enlarges the concept of family. Our definition of family is too small and inadequate for the embracing, expansive love of God.

Can Christians Dance?

Can Christians Dance?

Suddenly, he heard loud rock and roll music. Coming around the edge of a meadow, a dreadful sight came into view. About a hundred teenagers had gathered beneath a picnic pavilion. They were moving to the rhythms of the music. “My God,” the pastor thought, “this is church camp!” What would John Wesley think?

The Art of Listening

The Art of Listening

He came upon a platform carved out of stone. In the center was a modest pulpit also carved from stone. He stood behind the pulpit and looked out over hundreds of graves; a congregation of the dead. It was the quietest, most attentive congregation he had ever stood before. But he didn’t have anything to say to them.