13 October 2013

what it really means

The gospel is absurd and the life of Jesus is meaningless unless we believe that He lived, died, and rose again with but one purpose in mind:
 to make brand-new creation. Not to make people with better morals but
to create a community of prophets and professional lovers,
men and women who would surrender to the mystery of the fire of the Spirit that burns within,
who would live in ever greater fidelity to the omnipresent Word of God,
 who would enter into the center of it all,
the very heart
and mystery
of Christ,
into the center of the flame that
and sets everything aglow with peace,
This, my friend, is what it really means to be a Christian.”  

― Brennan Manning

12 October 2013

this weekend

May you know the peace that comes from knowing Christ, and from being known.
May you experience the joy of life in both the routine and the unexpected.
May you have hope whether all is dark or all is light, knowing the light of Christ is greater than all others.
May you love and know that you are loved,
And may you see clearly your place in the greater body.
Enjoy your weekend!


09 October 2013

1 corinthians 13:1-3

If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing.  If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.

03 October 2013


Five Minute Friday :)

So there's a thousand things I've wanted to write in this space about, words looking for the right way out. 
Here's the biggest.

On the river this summer, I sat in a canyon all by myself, solo for a night, watching the golden light fade out of the canyon walls.
God and I, we talked for hours that afternoon and night.
I came into it a little afraid,
feeling like we might have to talk through some big hard thing,
or some unknown sin.

All that night,
all I could hear when I asked Him to be loud?

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Know I love you. See how I love you. I love you. I love you.

We talked about lots of other things, too, and this Sunday, I lived out the biggest.
In front of my church, on a cold, windy day, I was baptized and declared to the body of Christ that this is my life.
I've known Jesus since I was four, followed him all that time,
but I've never been baptized,
and I knew that was something the Spirit was leading me to.
So in that horse trough in the wind and rain,
I said yes to taking up my cross,
and told the body of Christ that I want to unite with Him,
share in his life and death in the hope of resurrection.
It's all resurrection.


I am loved. This is my life.
These are words needing to be written.