Like most people I know, I’ve got my fair share of fears. But today it occurred to me that my struggles don’t stem from having fears.
My greatest struggles may stem from having the wrong fears.
I fear my family’s comfort will be shattered by sickness or death or disaster. I fear one day my income will not be able to keep up with my bills. I fear making a mistake from which I cannot recover. Even more, I fear my children making a mistake from which they cannot recover.
“It is surely a fact of inexhaustible significance that what our Lord left behind Him was not a book, nor a creed, nor a system of thought, nor a rule of life, but a visible community.”
This is a blog about hope, and about being the visible community.
Part of being visible means joining ongoing conversations. Some see this as pursuing controversy. I hope not.
I hope for this to be a space for reflection, dialogue, and love.
I hope to think critically and compassionately about who we are and what we do, while running from a critical spirit.
I hope to encourage those who are in agreement, and become better friends with those who disagree.
I hope to never become an echo chamber, but always contribute at least a tiny measure of value.
I hope to be full of the grace and truth of Jesus Christ.
Russian annexation of Crimea. Ongoing atrocities in Syria. Human trafficking in my own backyard. Friends struggling with addiction, marriages crumbling before my eyes, children trapped in severe developmental disabilities, the lady I spoke with this morning who didn’t have money to buy milk for her fridge.
In light of all this, why would I ever waste my time writing about a movie?
I thought Noah was an incredible movie. But I also thought Despicable Me 2 failed to live up to the hype. And I can’t see a whole lot of value in arguing over either movie with all you people on the interwebs. So this isn’t me trying to convince you to like Noah (or that Despicable Me 2 was a disappointment). I’m simply sharing why I, as a Christ-follower and as a pastor, see enough value in the conversation about Aronofsky’s Noah that I’ll take the time to post about it.
In light of March Madness, a quick little fable:
The gym was packed. The tension was palpable. The fans were loud. The team was ready.
The roaring din of the crowd trailed off into muted expectation when the coach confidently approached the sideline, the ever-present aluminum whistle hanging precariously from his lips. His team readied themselves, muscles tensed, poised to spring into action.
The whistle blew, the crowd roared, and the entire basketball team took off as one. First to the other end of the court and back, then the far free throw line, then half court, and finally the near free throw line. They attacked the conditioning drill with all they had, leaving everything on the court. And the crowd’s support was practically deafening–it felt like everyone in town was stomping their feet, clapping their hands, screaming ’til they were hoarse.
There was a man who owned a flower shop. It was his livelihood, but it was more; it was his art, his outlet, even his worship. He was a Christ-follower, and his work wasn’t just how he paid his bills. It was how he honored God.
One day two men came into his shop, with a sort of eager expectancy. They were getting married in a few months, and wanted to hire the man for their wedding.
And the man’s heart dropped. He didn’t agree with same-sex weddings, and knew that there are few things that God is more passionate about than marriage. Suddenly, his flowers were more than mere petals and stems–they had bloomed into symbols of purity. And so he took a deep breath, met their gaze, and said,
When I think of Malala Yousafzai I am reminded how much we need feminists.
Feminists in the US made it possible for women to vote, earn a fair income, and own a home or a business. Feminists in India are working to end rampant rape, and feminists in Pakistan like Malala are making it possible for little girls to go to school. And the list goes on.
When I think of Miley Cyrus I am reminded how much we need Christian feminists.
Bear with me for a minute while I try to explain the distinction.
Have you ever noticed how Let it Go, the Oscar-nominated hit song from Disney’s Frozen, could double as Miley Cyrus’s theme song?
(Which, before I say anything else, I have to admit that I love!)
It’s been about a week since Richard Sherman’s now infamous post-game interview. Now that I’ve had some time to think about it, I thought I’d share what about it concerns me the most.
Before we get to that, I’ll make a few comments about what doesn’t concern me. I’m not concerned that a professional football player said mean things about another professional football player. I’m not really that concerned that a grown man made a fool of himself on TV. I’m not really concerned that my kids will be tempted to emulate his foolishness in their own games. Basically, I’m not concerned about Sherman at all
But I am concerned with what we learn about ourselves from our reaction.