Are you way too hard on yourself? If you’re anything like me, you don’t need critics – you’re hard enough on yourself! On bad days, you probably say really shitty things to yourself that you’d never-in-a-million-years say to anybody you actually care about. I hear you. And I get it. But friends, I’m done. I’m […]
Jesus taught us how to #resist. Jesus was a revolutionary who stood against the status quo of the Church and politics.
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…Jesus?
It was either the Christmas before I started school, or the Christmas of my kindergarten year. My family lived in a tiny house in the country, which couldn’t have been more than about 900 square feet. It was a Jim Walter “kit” home and my parents found it for a steal. Even though there were holes in the walls and my Mom cried the day we moved in, within a very short amount of time, my parents made this house a home.
There was one problem: that tiny house didn’t have a fireplace. I couldn’t fathom how Santa would ever make it inside to deliver my toys. I was convinced the sleigh and reindeer would likely skip over our little house for lack of proper parking. I could only imagine that Santa would move on down the road to Zach’s or Rachel’s or maybe my cousin, Melody’s.
What a sad Christmas it would be.
Tommy actually ordered one of those hats. Yes, that hat! The hat with absolutely no style. You know the one. The one in bright red that has a meaningless political slogan on it. Except, Tommy’s hat is in camo. Yes, a camouflage political hat. And he’s pretty damn proud of it, as he says.
At the age of twenty, I had all the answers. I remember judging a family member’s addiction, a classmate’s smoking problem, and being shocked that an unmarried girl in our program got pregnant. She was quickly expelled. It was the only right thing to do.
In those days, grace was cut and dried.
This is a story about a dear friend. He was kicked out of Bible College for smoking cigarettes…at least, that’s what they told him.
We have created a culture of Christianity so obsessed with cleanliness that no real person – with real struggles and real pain and real mess – ever seems to enter our sanitized sanctuaries, lay down their burdens, and rest.
But rest is what we all need. Rest. Love. Mercy for our travels. Friendship. Acceptance. Most of all, acceptance. We aren’t necessarily even looking for answers. Just a place to take off our shoes, bow our heads, and breathe in the peace no one can explain away.