A few weeks ago, I had the “privilege” of sitting under some pretty bad teaching. I’ve often heard illustrations by others of hearing and experiencing flawed preaching, but I haven’t been privy to it firsthand that frequently. But on this occasion, I found myself squirming in my seat as I listened to the teacher misconstrue 3 separate passages of Scripture, culminating in a complete misrepresentation of the cross of Christ.
It’s been nearly a month since my last real column. I took that break for a few reasons, chiefly among them to recharge and refocus myself after the torrent of the weeks before. And wouldn’t you know it, that when you ask God to help you slow down, He obliges? If I had known that asking the Lord to help me slow my pace that He was going to permit me to tear my ACL, I probably wouldn’t have asked it that way.
Perhaps the harshest word we ever hear growing up is also one of the shortest: “No.” “No” is a small word that packs an enormous amount of power. It has the ability to both prevent and protect. Children, however, almost singularly see the prevention side of this command, seeing “no” as only a barrier hemming them in. In reality, though, telling them no is more like a gateway to better living.
I wrote this post as I walked in circles and pushed a stroller in front of Ulta. I know that’s, perhaps, the strangest introductory sentence I’ve ever written, but it’s actually quite appropriate considering all that’s transpired over the last few weeks. Natalie had made an appointment to get her hair colored, so I took control of Lydia to make sure she didn’t exercise her lungs too much.
I figured I’d retell this short story with a little added commentary because I believe that what occurred is extremely beneficial for all to hear. And besides that, even just recalling it now gets me enthused and excited about the gospel.
An announcement regarding my show, “Ministry Minded,” which is getting a new schedule in light of recent developments in my own ministry endeavors.
There’s something ominous about the idea of change. Even though the change taking place might be good, very good even, the uncertainty of the future is always a little daunting. Any transition or life-change has a way of upsetting your comfortableness with the way things are to prepare you for something new. And this newness is the source of both fear and hope. Fear of the unknown and hope in the One who’s already there.
What follows is a complete list of all the books I’ve read this past year. They’re listed alphabetically, as I’m trying to refrain from “ranking” them as opposed to recommending them in general.
Merry Christmas, readers! Thank you so much for sticking with me this past year. I’m looking forward to many more exciting things to come in 2017.
I can’t believe it’s already Thanksgiving 2016. It seems as though this year has flown by, or time is getting shorter — I don’t really know which is the case. Regardless, despite all that’s happened this year thus far, I can honestly say I’m more aware of what I need to be thankful for than ever.