I wasn’t going to write this one but thoughts of a recent event have continuously and relentlessly been circulating through my mind. The recurring impetus is incredibly real and absolutely adorable.
What is your relationship with God?
The answer to this question has a great effect on the name you choose when you reach out in prayer. Your view of God is a product of your experience in life with earthly fathers and mothers, cultural flavors and the geographic locations of your life’s story. These human conditions are strongly influenced by the traditions and interpretations imparted to you regarding the stories of the bible and the life of Jesus through the spiritual leaders and the church body.
The answer to this question colors everything.
An exploration of what it means to "live in Christ" from the viewpoint of a regular, non-theologian guy just trying to make sense of it all. Maybe it's about being aware. Maybe it's about forgiveness toward others and myself. Maybe it's about love for others - and myself. Maybe it's about trust and putting God first. Maybe it's about all these things - and maybe these things only scratch the surface.
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
For All
For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures,and that he appeared to Cephas, and then to the Twelve. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers and sisters at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
1 Corinthians 15:3-8
The love of God for each one of us.
There's little else I want to think about right now.
Happy Easter
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Looking Back
Sometimes I walk in a mostly vacant mall just for a little exercise – little being the operative word. Yes, I should walk more. I’ll think about it.
During one of those rare times, I came across this.
It’s a dinosaur in our age. I remember looking for a pay-phone (yes, that's what they are called) many times when accessibility to others was not in our pockets. I remember keeping coins (dimes and then quarters) available to "reach out and touch someone" should it be necessary.
Phone booths were all over the place. They were on street corners. They were in nearly every gas station. They were, well in malls.
I even remember that Clark Kent changed into Superman using a phone booth. (Where would he go today?)
During one of those rare times, I came across this.
It’s a dinosaur in our age. I remember looking for a pay-phone (yes, that's what they are called) many times when accessibility to others was not in our pockets. I remember keeping coins (dimes and then quarters) available to "reach out and touch someone" should it be necessary.
Phone booths were all over the place. They were on street corners. They were in nearly every gas station. They were, well in malls.
I even remember that Clark Kent changed into Superman using a phone booth. (Where would he go today?)
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Holocaust Survivor
Zahava Rendler
I've read news articles about Holocaust Survivors speaking at schools. I wondered what it would be like to hear first-hand stories of the darkest days in human history.
This week, I heard that Zahava Rendler would be speaking at a nearby Kentucky library the next evening. I made it in time to be in the front row of a very crowded meeting room. A short video was played before the speaker began. I was already disappointed. Anticipating that I would be hearing the life-experience of a survivor, I had imagined a story of brutal incarceration with the eventual day of freedom followed by a new life with a bright future.
I've read news articles about Holocaust Survivors speaking at schools. I wondered what it would be like to hear first-hand stories of the darkest days in human history.
This week, I heard that Zahava Rendler would be speaking at a nearby Kentucky library the next evening. I made it in time to be in the front row of a very crowded meeting room. A short video was played before the speaker began. I was already disappointed. Anticipating that I would be hearing the life-experience of a survivor, I had imagined a story of brutal incarceration with the eventual day of freedom followed by a new life with a bright future.
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