We Christians have always been good at line-drawing, and we are usually the ones who do it best. Or, if we dislike our upbringing, the ones who do it worst. The Catholics are too iconic, the Anglicans too liturgical, the black churches too emotive, the Quakers too quiet, the Methodists too formal, the Pentecostals too hyper, the Mennonites too traditional. Private worship is too individualistic, and public is too contrived or too showy. In the end, is there any good way to worship? that’s unlike what we are comfortable with?
In the past year, I’ve been thinking a lot about worship. Before I share my thoughts, I’m curious about your own experience in worshipping Jesus. What is worship like for you?
This post is a zinger, but I want you to know the person I am speaking about: myself. These words grew out of a recent conversation with my husband, in which I realized I have trouble giving myself permission to do three things: take up space in the world, have needs, and make mistakes. Out […]
I saw a woman bent under a weighty Burden, staggering up a hill toward a clouded sky. When she turned her head to look once over her shoulder, I saw that the face was mine. Atop the hill was a cross, and on the cross a Man upon whose face she could not bear to […]
I probably look like I always love him and I never doubt And for many months this can be true For many months the thought of him is sweet and I believe his words and am So happy to be part of his family The Bible is alive and the Lord’s Supper full of […]
I do not often pretend to have His words, but – This is for you. I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around […]