Last Monday, I was driving home from a football game. After having an amazing time laughing and joking with a neat family from my congregation, and cheering for their son–witnessing the Bulldogs defeat the Tigers! I was hungry, and thinking of all the things that I needed to get done tomorrow. I figured I could save some time, if I made a quick stop to the bank that night to load my portable ATM with some cash–then, I would have more time tomorrow to do the other one thousand things that I had planned.
Under the cloudy, dark sky, I pulled into town, and inserted my debit card into the bank’s ATM. Being in a rush, I was planning where I was going to grab a fast-food dinner, as I was clicking options on the screen.
Dairy Queen, I decided, as I grabbed the Jackson and my receipt before driving away. Continue reading
What if in heaven,
There is a museum?
What if one day,
Once the trumpet has sounded,
The Father gathers together all His children,
To show them the things that He has kept?
“Look here, look here!”
The Father says with joy.
“See with your eyes the creation of Noah’s faith.
The ark that you’ve all read about!
See how he obeyed Me so willingly!
The monument of his ear!
Oh, you can explore it later,
And swing from the rafters that monkeys once swung on.
But come, there is much more to see!
Right this way, over here!”
Who is Jesus, to you?
Is he a man who you recognize? Or a face only seen on Sundays?
Is he one whom tries to exclude? Or calls out hypocritical followers?
Was he merely a man, or a good prophet? Or is he also the Son of God?
Does he love and died for everyone? Or for only those like you?
Who is Jesus, to you? Continue reading
“A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is my fear? says the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. But you say, ‘How have we despised your name?’ By offering polluted food upon my altar. But you say, ‘How have we polluted you?’ By saying that the LORD‘s table may be despised. When you offer blind animals in sacrifice, is that not evil? And when you offer those that are lame or sick, is that not evil? Present that to your governor; will he accept you or show you favor? says the LORD of hosts.” (Malachi 1:6-8, ESV)
The book of Malachi takes place about 100 years after many of the Jews had returned from the Exile. Yahweh had allowed them once again to dwell in their Promise Land. The temple had been rebuilt, and so had the walls of Jerusalem. Under such men as Zerubbabel and Nehemiah, the Jews had outwardly rebuilt portions of their nation. However, the majority of them had not restored that which had caused them to be exiled in the first place–their hearts. Continue reading
Sometimes, life can be like a banana. It can be going well, sweet even. A source of nutrition that makes you feel good and healthy, and gives you the potassium that you need.
But sometimes, life can be like a banana peel. Not like a peel in real life, but in cartoons or Mario Kart racing. A peel that you step on, and slips you up. Even if you try to avoid it, you may slip on another peel that you hadn’t seen from the lack of attention.
In the midst of life are struggles; they come in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Bills, bullies, peer pressure, poison ivy, flu, cancer, etc. No matter who you are, you have a struggle of some sort. Continue reading
There are many fun things to do in this world! Playing basketball, riding rollercoasters, eating toast while playing crochet on top of a unicorn. One such hobby that I truly enjoy, is messing around with plants–excluding poison ivy.
I highly enjoyed being a handyman during my high school and early college years–getting the chance to help older ladies with their gardens and getting to trim hedges and rose bushes for them. Sadly, I wasn’t able to dabble too much in this hobby during my later college years, regularly traveling home and back during breaks not providing the best atmosphere for raising plants. But this summer, now graduated and living in a more stable environment, I’ve been able to try my hand at botany! Continue reading
What if ‘Christian’ was no longer a title or noun–
But a verb?
Is it not some type of state of being,
Though we often treat it as such.
For you see, a verb is an action,
While a noun is just a thing.
In order to jump, you must be jumping,
But to be a person, you must simply be born.
To be takes no effort, no sweat, no sacrifice,
While a verb must constantly be in motion,
Constantly in action,
Constantly doing instead of simply being.