May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13
This verse just really speaks to where I want to be right now. I'm thinking about Christmas cards, and man, joy is where it's at.
So I'm thankful for hope. And that hope gives us joy and peace as we trust in Him. And that no matter what else happens, that claim is ours by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Having faith
Last night I had my standard Saturday night "I wanna church home...but I just don't see it happening" pity party. This morning Hope was sleeping when it was time to go to church, so I stayed home with her. God reminded me of Hebrews 11:1: Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
I have Hope...now I just need to have faith. So I'm working on being certain of what I cannot see.
I have Hope...now I just need to have faith. So I'm working on being certain of what I cannot see.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Homeless and wandering
I've never been homeless. But I've volunteered at a homeless shelter on a regular basis when I was in grad school, and I've felt spiritually homeless before.
One of the things about being homeless is that you're limited in how much stuff you can bring with you. You have to haul it around, using what you need each night and praying you don't forget something important before you leave the next morning.
So we're still church homeless. While we've got a rotation of church "couches" to crash on and even have figured out ways to use our gifts, we can't exactly unpack our luggage or get "comfortable" in a congregation.
It feels a little like we're the Israelites, wandering in the desert. I know God is bringing us somewhere, and I'm trying to not complain on the the way...but it's really hard. It's especially hard with kids in tow. We still haven't formally dedicated Hope, and Henry is probably ready to be baptised...if we had a place to do such things.
Sigh. Hopefully it won't take us 40 years to reach the promised land...
One of the things about being homeless is that you're limited in how much stuff you can bring with you. You have to haul it around, using what you need each night and praying you don't forget something important before you leave the next morning.
So we're still church homeless. While we've got a rotation of church "couches" to crash on and even have figured out ways to use our gifts, we can't exactly unpack our luggage or get "comfortable" in a congregation.
It feels a little like we're the Israelites, wandering in the desert. I know God is bringing us somewhere, and I'm trying to not complain on the the way...but it's really hard. It's especially hard with kids in tow. We still haven't formally dedicated Hope, and Henry is probably ready to be baptised...if we had a place to do such things.
Sigh. Hopefully it won't take us 40 years to reach the promised land...
All for a bowl of stew
Genesis 25:29-34:
Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished. He said to Jacob, "Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I'm famished!" Jacob replied, "First sell me your birthright."
"Look, I am about to die," Esau said. "What good is the birthright to me?"
But Jacob said, "Swear to me first." So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob. Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew. He ate and drank, and then got up and left. So Esau despised his birthright.
How often do we as Christians trade our birthright for a bowl of stew?
Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished. He said to Jacob, "Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I'm famished!" Jacob replied, "First sell me your birthright."
"Look, I am about to die," Esau said. "What good is the birthright to me?"
But Jacob said, "Swear to me first." So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob. Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew. He ate and drank, and then got up and left. So Esau despised his birthright.
How often do we as Christians trade our birthright for a bowl of stew?
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