Let me walk you through one of childhood’s greatest nightmares. Wait! Before you move to a new article, that was just me being dramatic. Kind of. This nightmare was kickball. Or playground sports in general. Remember that age-old tradition of the two (usually self-appointed) captains having to pick their players? One-by-one we would line up to be assessed on our …
My mom cried when I showed her a picture of the way I see colors. It is indeed a sad reality when I stop to think about it.
Here is my bone to pick with the idea of being racially colorblind: that reality is extremely unfortunate.
Why would you want to settle for only 25% of the beauty in the world? Why would you want to limit your experience of humanity and creation to just a quarter of what is possible?
“I tell you, on the day of judgement people will give account for every careless word they speak for by your words you will be justified, and by words you will be condemned.” Matt. 12:36-37 I’m not sure that there is more sobering verse I could type at the top of this page, but there it is. I was just …
Jesus, show us the way because we can’t see. We look through a glass dimly. Jesus, You are the way. Help us walk so close to You that we smell like You, that we look like You, that we become like You. Teach us Your ways so that our own ways die. Teach us Your Truth, so that it overpowers the tricky schemes of spite and bitterness. Your ways are above our ways, so we lay ours down. We say, “We don’t know what we’re doing. Help us.”
Heidi Baker says a lot “Love has to look like something”. Biblical love involves discipline. Not punishment. Jesus took the punishment we deserve, but the Father continues in the new covenant to discipline us, to form us into His Son’s likeness. Love does not look like cozy hugs and surface level conversations; it looks like blindspots being revealed so that you can live out of bondage and step into the fullness of life that Christ calls us to.
We’ve always had a special place in our hearts for our Muslim sons and daughters, but this year has driven that love to deeper places. God hasn’t challenged us to work harder or do more. He’s asked us to slow down, listen and love in a simpler, clearer way.
Now that my 4-year-old was finished eating the parts of her sandwich that weren’t smeared on her face or lost in the recesses of her carseat, I invited her to join me in praying.
This was a strategic moment. We were inviting the power and presence of God into our community. I could model apostolic prayer for her. This was especially important since we have been going on walks in our neighborhood and I have been talking to her about praying for our neighbors. This was her chance to join Daddy in something that he enjoys, and for me to put my money where my discipling mouth is. I was gonna be an awesome dad.”
The lawyer scrambles to catch the falling microphone and one-up Jesus by means of cross-examination. “And who is my neighbor?” Gotcha, Jesus. Winks to the crowd as he kisses his Star of David necklace and points to heaven. Slowly walks into the Galilean sunset.
Not so fast, buckaroo. Jesus responds with another parable, and this one is a doozy…”
“It was the kindness of the Father that allowed this valley. He starved me from community voices so I could discover His.”
“The seed has to die before the roots can grow deep…”
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