How are mere fishermen supposed to see and to understand the infinite greatness of the kingdom of God that Jesus is revealing in his life and ministry?
All in Discipleship
How are mere fishermen supposed to see and to understand the infinite greatness of the kingdom of God that Jesus is revealing in his life and ministry?
As Christians, we are called to be a people of joy. But despite God’s wisdom in inviting us into this way of life, being joyous is not always an easy endeavor for us.
What is spiritual direction, what does a spiritual director do, and how can someone find the right spiritual director?
At some point I started trying to understand the world around me rather than be amazed by it.
The story isn’t answering the question, “Who is my neighbor?” It’s a well-crafted invitation to an identity crisis.
Will this new year bring anything that is actually new? Or will the globe keep spinning as it always has?
We may think of Jesus as one who brings only peace, but a big part of the mission of Jesus was a clash with evil.
Now that Christmas is over, it’s time to get back to the mission of turning the world upside-down.
Leadership in our congregations must take into account a disciplined focus on being Jesus-followers.
We tend to think about wilderness as a place, but a shack is a visible reminder that wilderness is a force, always pushing back against order and security.
For the first time in my life I am having to balance the grief that comes with loss and the joy of the Christmas season.
As I sit imaginatively with this story, I find myself identifying with Lazarus. I find myself in a season of life with God that feels grave.
Advent is the season of waiting, so they say. Waiting for the Messiah king to come. Waiting for God to show up.
Because I’m such a conversation nerd, I’ve always been fascinated by Jesus’s actual words. Lately when I read his words, I’m awed by his laser focus.
Productivity and achievement can certainly be good things. But gauging my own validity as a human being by how efficient and effective I am is perilous.
There’s an ugliness I face every time I write a sermon: competition. I compete with myself, and I compete with the guys.
I have this old sweatshirt that I’ve had since eighth grade. And I wonder, if this sweatshirt could talk, what would it tell me about my life and myself?
We preach life after death, denying death its victory, but perhaps we forget that death has always brought life.
Just because I am a therapist doesn’t mean I am immune to eating and body image struggles.
Satan wanted to rob us of our joy and peace. He wanted us to be afraid and to panic.