On this Good Friday, as I consider the lifeless body of Jesus sprawled out and sagging across rough-hewn planks of cedar, his suffering seems appropriate for the season.
Called for, even. Necessary.
Sometimes, in our modern American comfort, in our State Fair variety bliss, in our cornfields of gold familiarity, we think of Jesus’ suffering as too much.
For what did this man die? Is God so malicious? Must he mishandle his own Son with such brutality?
Continue reading “An Unclickable, Unlikeable, and Generally Unpleasant Lamentation for Good Friday”
Some days, the world seems pretty bleak. Our bodies ache. War and poverty prevail. Natural disasters abound. Just when we begin to get a little piece of mind, another tragedy strikes.
If we’re not careful, we can find ourselves living perpetually in hope of an escape. We trod through the days; we fulfill our duties. But we’re distracted. Our eyes are always scanning the horizon, searching for the nearest exit, wondering when we’ll have the opportunity to finally check out and be done with this miserable planet.
At Christmas, we celebrate the fact that the God of Hope entered into all this mess. “God came down to earth”, we say, echoing Jesus’ own description of his mission.
Continue reading “Bleak to Enchanted: Exploring One Way Jesus Didn’t Come Down”
Last night, I did the bedtime routine with the boys.
Dinner. Diapers. Pajamas. Sippy cups. Tooth brushes.
Shoot. Totally forgot to brush their teeth. Dad fail.
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The secular, post-modern world we inhabit has formed a consensus when it comes to a conception of god.
The consensus goes something like this:
Yes, I do believe in God. Or, at least, in a god. I do believe there is some kind of higher, transcendent power at work beyond the physical world. I am not merely a materialist, nor an atheist. I’m more of an agnostic. I do not believe we’re all here for just a few short years only to die and be gone forever in the most definitive sense. I believe there must be some kind of power that unites all humanity, and binds us with the created order. Whether we know it or not, whether our wars and violence veil it or not, we are all somehow connected.
Continue reading “The Problem with the Present Spiritual Consensus”
In any institution, behavior follows values. By “values”, I don’t necessarily mean morally praiseworthy values, but simply “whatever is valued” in that context. In addition, “values” do not necessarily correspond with the random posters hung around the office, nor the official company emails sent to the list serve.
Behavior follows actual values. If the senior leadership of a company values profit above all else, then employees will scramble to make the most money in whatever way possible and be noticed while doing so. If senior leadership values promptness and professionalism, then meetings will start on time, and everyone will be well dressed.
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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”