You can have all of this world,
just give me Jesus.
The lyrics of this beautiful old hymn communicate a classic Christian conviction: that the riches found in Jesus Christ are more valuable than all the riches this world has to offer. And by “riches”, we mean not only finances, but all material possessions and experiences. We know this life offers many delights we could chase. From seaside vacations to fine wines to an evening on Broadway, the landscape of the world beckons us to come and see, to sit and eat.
But this hymn directs our affections toward a different end. Instead of temporary pleasures, we seek the greater, more lasting delights found in a life faithfully given in pursuit of Jesus. He is the one great aim of a Christian life.
Continue reading “Just Give Me Jesus…and Coffee…and a Couch”
This is a re-post of a blog I wrote in 2009. At the time, I was a High School English Teacher on the southwest side of Chicago. The original post can be seen here.
Today I left school about twenty minutes early and headed to the home of one of my students. If you have read my previous posts, then you know that this was a sixteen-year-old male student who had been beaten within an inch of his life. Turns out he was hit in the head with a hammer. Last week I visited his house and heard he would be coming home. Today was my follow-up visit to check in and see how he was doing. I was a bit afraid to see him, but for some reason I had begun to build a relationship with his family, even before this injury, and I felt I had to keep going down this path.
Continue reading “Home Visits, Gun Shots and Snitches”
Theophilus Dunkin; aka “Theo”
Theo, you are our metropolitan boy. You came to us amidst towering buildings, bustling roadways, and ambitious pursuits. I hopped the train to grad school every morning, while mom biked through four miles of city traffic down Damen Avenue to her nanny job. An automobile was nothing to us but a means of revenue for the city, and an opportunity to keep curse words fresh in our vocabulary.
Continue reading “Two Boys, Two Names, Two Places”
I often hear church folks state a frustration that goes like this: “if only we could be more like the New Testament Church!”
This lament usually follows a number of observations. The church isn’t as unified as it should be. The church isn’t as generous as it should be. The church isn’t as tight-knit as it should be. The church doesn’t disciple people as well as it should.
And so, as a corrective to these blemishes, preachers and lay people alike exhort us to get back to our roots. To go back to “the early church”, or “the new testament church”, and there find inspiration to change.
But there are several problems with this perspective. And they’re not just academic problems, either. They are the kind of problems that can lead us to pursue the wrongs things as we seek to follow Christ.
Continue reading “Why We Shouldn’t Imitate the New Testament Church”
Art is a unique activity available to humanity. Indeed, it is one of the marks that makes us human. After all, squirrels do not make art.
However, in our present day, many “ordinary people” (aka non-artists) have been turned off to art by a few encounters with bizarre, “modern” forms.
But in spite of these encounters (which I can readily relate to), most of us still appreciate the power of art. We have songs we love to listen to. Photographs that make us think. Paintings that stir our hearts. Movies that instill a sense of wonder and awe.
All of these experiences display the incredible potential of art. They also explain why we like to look at it, listen to it, watch it, etc. It’s for the experience. The power. The gut-level effect it has on us.
But I want to ask another question: why do people create art? And more specifically, why would a follower of Jesus create art?
Continue reading “What Every Christian Can Learn from Artists”
There is a lot of talk about silence today. And solitude. And a tech-free, near-to-nature, God-voice-focused, Jesus-filled, near-hippy existence that all of us read about on our smartphones while hunched over our desks in our cubicles as we simultaneously slam our lunches and catch up on Facebook activity.
And I write that kind of stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I am a sucker for some solitude in the woods with just me, my Bible, and a journal. I would love to be a monk.
But you know what? I think it’s about time we gave a shout-out to shout-outs. And no, not the electronic social media-based kind of shout out. I mean, to SHOUTING. As in, NOISE.
Continue reading “In Celebration of Noise”
This is the third post in a series called, “Making Sense of Sin”. You can view Part 1 here or Part 2 here.
In my previous post, we established that a good and loving God can also be rightfully angry. God’s anger towards evil discourages its spread and promises its eventual destruction.
In this post, we turn directly to the “sin question”: Does God have a right to be angry about sin?
Continue reading “Sin: Challenging God’s Authority”
This is the second blog in a series called: “Making Sense of Sin”. You can view Part 1 here.
Before we begin to make sense of sin directly, we must first deal with the following, related question: Does God have the right to be angry?
Or, to state it another way: Can a good and loving God also be a God of wrath?
Continue reading “Dealing with God’s Anger”
I listen to a lot of preaching. I’m kind of obsessed with it, actually.
Podcasts. Online sermons. Visiting other churches. Weddings. Funerals. Steve Jobs unveiling the next iPhone.
Wherever I can hear preaching, I tune in.
Through all of this listening, I’ve come to realize I usually respond with one of two distinct feelings.
Continue reading “Making Sense of Sin: Introduction”
My wife and I are both introverts. This means we can only handle people in small doses. Too much time around others, and we begin to shut down. Eye contact becomes painful. Forcing a smile starts to feel like bench-pressing two times our weight.
So after the end of a long week, mine spent wrangling college students, her’s spent constantly entertaining a high-energy and extroverted two-year old, we prefer to just veg out.
Redbox. Takeout. The couch and a blanket.
Continue reading “Your Home is Your Sanctuary: Redefined”