Unrepairable Damage
I recently went on a retreat where the topic of the speaker and discussion was regret. At the time I really couldn’t think of anything I regretted. I didn’t think this was because I had dealt with everything (that’s not really my style). I am much more likely to just repress anything and everything, cover it up, then justify/minimalize my actions. Well today it hit me. I do have regret. I have ruined great relationships and hurt people with words and deeds that I cannot take back and I cannot undo. It really hurts to look at the damage I have caused, To look at the rifts I have torn and think that I did all this. I know that with God all things are possible, and healing is possible in some cases, but there will always be scars. Remnants of the...
The violent Christian
So for those of you who don’t know I started this blog after an interesting little conversation on Cach’s blog about Christians and violence (if you need to catch up its here). Well initially I was semi apposed to the whole idea (being the gun lover I am), but after poking at it with a stick for the last couple of months my mind is slowly starting to agree with Cach. After Tigers Sermon on loving your enemy (from Luke 6:27-36 located here), I am not sure there is any call for us to act in an unloving way towards anyone. After he pulled verses like Romans 12:19 and Deuteronomy 32:35 I almost fell like God doesn’t give us much room to strike out against our fellow man. I almost feel like he is saying you leave all the shit to me you just love them...
The Not So Miraculous Miracle
I’ve heard some truly awesome testimonies given by Christians. Neck deep in sex, drugs, and violence at the end of my rope, minutes away from dying. These are the kinds of testimonies that make non-believers Christians, right? I mean me going out and telling someone how I grew up the church, was baptized and saved at a young age, never did drugs, didn’t have sex until I was married isn’t the best altar call. My knowledge of the Bible is limited and my knowledge of other religions even less, which is sad considering the amount of time I have professed to be a Christian. In our caffeine highed, adrenaline fueled culture I just cant see holding someones interest with my tale of salvation. So why should I think that anyone would bother to sit down...
Mud Puddle or Beach?
When I was in High School I went to a youth conference, there a speaker gave an analogy about what Christ is offering us is a beautiful beach but we are content with to stay and play in our mud puddle. I don’t remember the connotations but I can only hope it didn’t have to do with becoming a Christian meaning being happier in life. I hope he meant that life is better and right with Christ. I don’t mean better like more prosperous and always getting what you want, but more content and at peace. I guess those come because there is a certainty about the future. It doesn’t matter how much I struggle and fail, which is often and more then I would like to admit, my wrong doings are compensated for and that gives me comfort. The problem I had with...