Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Last Hour
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Take This Job And Love It
Sunday, July 4, 2010
What To Do About Kids
Sunday, June 27, 2010
One + One = One
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Way of the Wise
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Soak in the Son Light
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The Funnel of Love
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Go Against the Flow
Sunday, May 16, 2010
All in the Family
Sunday, May 9, 2010
When God Calls
Sunday, May 2, 2010
We Shall Overcome
Sunday, April 25, 2010
God Gives Grace
Sunday, April 18, 2010
All in the Family
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Welcome All Aliens
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Ephesians 1: 15-23 "Hope and a Prayer"
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
No Parking in the Comfort Zone
Sunday, February 14, 2010
God Bless The Underdogs - Revelation 3:7-13
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Church Of The Living Dead - Revelation 3:1-6
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Under The Influnce
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Revelation 2:12-17 The Cost Of Compromise
Sunday, January 17, 2010
We Shall Overcome
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Community Can Get Messy
There’s a part of me that refuses to give up on people, even total screw-ups. I suppose it’s because I was once a total screw-up. Many wrote me off when I strayed, but there were those precious few who believed all was not lost. Had it not been for one particular brother, I might still be head deep in the muck today. When someone pulls you from the pit, it teaches you something about grace. I’ve learned that messy people don’t respond well to a pointing finger. They need a helping hand. If you rub a fallen brother’s nose in his own muck, he only sinks deeper. At least that’s my experience. I have nothing to thank the sin sniffing church narcs for. The pit became my safe haven away from them, even though it was killing me. But I am in debt to the one who rolled up his sleeves and reached out to me. He helped me become a living testimony to the power of grace.
Judging those who fall is a most cowardly thing when you think about it. That’s because it offers an easy way out. You really don’t have to do much, other than permit feelings of superiority to cloud your skull like a hit off a bong. But even that won’t cure one’s insecurity. It merely perpetuates it. The real heroes are those who roll up their sleeves and plunge their hands deep into the nappy scum, even if it’s just to rescue a fool from his own folly. However, such courage does not come without disappointments. There are no guarantees the fallen brother will want out. He may even sink to the bottom, and smile like a dope the entire way down. That’s why it’s easier to be a judge than a hero. Judges don’t suffer from broken hearts. If a sinner sinks, they might even be happy about the outcome. A hero weeps. That’s why it takes guts to be one.