People are angry. They’re frustrated that they can’t live with the freedom to sin. The problem resides in this: people don’t have any concept of what life is like without sin. They imagine it to be dull and lifeless. They have no idea that real life begins at the acceptance of Christ.
If Jesus is who I say He is, WHY is _______ in my life?
Let me just say this: If your selfish head is stuck so far up your indignant behind that you can’t see how horrible it is for Christians to act like a bunch of snotty brats, you have a very serious heart-issue. Yes, I can see the point. I’m a business owner myself. But I SERVE my customers. I’m not the judge or hangman. I’m called to make disciples. If one act of mercy leads to anyone reaching out for the Cross, I’ve done what Yeshua asked.
“I desire that you would go and learn what this means: I DESIRE MERCY…” -Jesus
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“The whole idea of disallowing businesses to refuse service to people is actually a good thing. It was a critical piece of the civil rights movement. It’s the piece of the puzzle that tells restaurants, ”You cannot refuse service to colored people.” It’s the piece that says landlords cannot refuse housing to someone based on a personal agenda. It’s a good thing…until we feel it is working against our own beliefs.
When we get called on violating someone else, rather than respond with humility and an apology, we get all in a huff. HOW DARE YOU TREAD ON MY RELIGIOUS BELIEFS!”
There are several comments to the above linked article that are very good.
As for me, I have my reasons. They’re myriad and multifaceted and multiplying, to tell the truth.
Secret: I hate the holidays. I have several reasons, including a desperate longing to see family that have long since gone Home, and the hopelessness that comes from doing the same things over and over and over and over every year with no expectation of it ever changing. One “Holiday” I’m just going to take off for about 3 months and rent a little cabin so close to Nowhere that Santa doesn’t have it in his GPS and I’ll decompress from all the expectations and just live a while and not watch in despair as humanity behaves at its “best” at the holidays.
And I’m not alone.
Depression is a strange beast. Its sufferers often cowering in a place of shame. Of loneliness. Of despair.
We hear ourselves. Our voices aching and crying out. We see the world around us, the laughter, hopes, joys of others.
Holidays for us are often the most difficult time of the year. When we are witness to a season of joy, our lifetime of pain is never in more stark contrast.
Often just to turn off the television, to get up from sleep, to answer a telephone is excruciating in the energy required. We scour the internet. We ask for advice. We desperately seek a way back to rejoin the human population. Gratitude, for we know that we should be happy to be alive. It would be a sin to entertain thoughts to the contrary.
If you could really prosper in this world, how much less would you long for Home?
Here’s a long one that’ll make you think the next time someone passes you a cracker an half an ounce of grape juice.
I hope you are beginning to see that the little ritual we rehearse in our churches is a far cry from what the Lord originally intended for His special supper of love. And I hope no one thinks Im calling for nothing more than a relocation of the Lords Supper from church buildings to homes, along with an increase in the portion sizes of the food! The greater issue is our love for one another.
Naturally, a joyous meal in a home is a better opportunity to express our love for each other than is a two-minute snack that we swallow while staring at the back of someone elses head.
Read the whole thing: The Snack We Call Supper – Shepherd Serve.
Here’s one of those must-read posts that a friend shared on facebook earlier. For a long time I’ve been annoyed with the mecentric preaching of some popChrist preachers. I keep hearing them blather about God’s best for them, God’s healing for them, God’s blessings for them, God’s blahblah for them, and God is universally concerned with their rights. God will smite you if you violate a popChristian’s “rights”. You know the ones I’m talking about. If you know one of those there are some words they need to hear.
You gave up your rights the instant you declared Jesus to be your Lord and Salvation and vowed that all your life was His alone.
This mecentric “gospel” and #ScatologicalEschatology the modern pulpits are spewing sure does garner a lot of popChrist followers though. Its promises even extend to God allowing anything because everything is forgiven in popChrist and we have no need to fear any repercussions because God surely won’t allow horrible things to happen to his popChrist followers.
This kind of Scatological Eschatology comes from one thing: Listening only to the pulpit and not studying God’s word for ourselves. Jesus is not a candy vendor. Stop treating Him like one. With that, I’ll stop my rant. Please click through and read Kyle Donn’s whole post. You won’t be disappointed. You may get hurt though…
“They were put to death by stoning; they were sawed in two; they were killed by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated – the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.”
Hebrews 11:37-38 (NIV)
Again, we read passages on the sufferings of Paul, like 2 Corinthians 11:23-28, and find our hearts stirring within us as if to say, “Ah! If I could just have that kind of faith! If I could just live with that kind of abandon! That is what I was created for!” Our generation has reached out in longing saying, “there has got to be more than this!” and is finding that heroes like Paul seem to have found it… It’s that variable on the back of our tongue when we hear the words “for me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” It’s Jesus. Untamed and unadulteratedly Jesus. Unpolluted by what the church wants to make Him… Unbound by what modern Philosophers want to call Him. We only want Jesus. And no less.
This kind of Christianity is dangerously cool. And that’s the thing… it’s dangerous. Here and there, it’s spot on; but my fear is that it flirts with the edge and settles for the empty satisfaction of a cultural ego-trip – thirsty to hear cool people say: “Wow! You’re doing great things for God!”… It says, “I’ve got style… and heart.” And when our “style” starts to get a little to close to our “heart” our faith begins to become as skin-deep as the skinny jeans we like to wear.
Please read the whole thing: sexy “christianity”. — kyledonn.com.
Do you ever feel persecuted?
Let’s get honest for a minute. “Christian persecution” has so many flavors and nuances and outlets it can be hard to determine what really is and is not genuine suffering for the Name of Christ. I sometimes believe we in the USA have a persecution complex and are ready to holler about my rights far too easily and assume we’re being deliberately trodden on for our faith. Someone may simply not like you. They may not like you a whole bunch. And a bunch of people may feel the same way. Big deal. But are you being targeted only because of your faith?
For me it’s awful. I hate it. I feel like everyone has some sort of detector pointed at me to see what my sins are and if I have the right sock on the right foot and I got every single whisker cut off and that pesky phantom hair that grows straight out of the center of my forehead didn’t grow two inches on the way there (and it really does do that- It’s been known to grow six inches overnight). And Lord help, i-think-i-forgot-deodorant!
Is it just me and a few people I know or does everyone feel like this? Now, the more important question, why do we feel like this??? Discuss.