Once upon a time, while at a Braves game with my family, I lost my daughter amid a sea of 30,000 people. (Obviously, this was a while ago.) We were in the upper deck at Turner Field, where the Kid Zone is, and my son declared his need for the potty. Since my son has… Continue reading Let Those Without Sin Hold Parenting Classes
More and more I become convinced that the biggest problem we have in American culture is our obsession with any sin that isn’t our own. Cecil the Lion. Planned Parenthood. Barack Obama. Donald Trump. The entire GOP presidential field. I get caught up in the hysteria. I’ve tweeted out things about certain cultural phenomena in an… Continue reading No Sins But Our Own
This weekend, I was privileged to be the speaker for Crossroads Church of Walton County’s Hero Weekend, a two-day discipleship extravaganza complete with muddy obstacle course and hyper teens. It was awesome. Of course, it’s natural for me to feel that way – I love working with students. They’re exhilarating. They’re exhausting. They’re full of… Continue reading The Nakedness of Feet
Thirty-some-odd years old, he sits on the back of a donkey, looking out at the gates of ancient Jerusalem. People throng the street before him, throwing their coats on the ground, waving palm branches, extolling him as Messiah and Lord. His closest friends dance alongside him as they lead the donkey ever closer to the towering entrance to the Holy City. Suddenly, overcome by some sentiment foreign to the jubilant hour, he begins to wail, his chest heaving as sorrow bubbles out of his throat.
The people stop cheering. The donkey halts its steps. The disciples grow silent.
Jesus weeps for his people: “Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that would make for peace!”
What were those things? What was the cost of our peace with God? The temple cleansing, the prophecies of Jerusalem’s destruction, the plot to kill Jesus; the Last Supper, the Garden, the betrayal, the mockery of his trials; the beating, the Via Dolorosa, Golgotha, the thieves; finally, “It is finished” and the death of the Son of God.
While graphic, this clip from “The Passion of the Christ” reminds us that the death of Jesus wasn’t just an isolated event. It was the culmination of our rebellion against God and His unfathomable grace to redeem us from our own sin. The things that make for peace were set in motion long before we drew our breath, long before Jesus went to the cross, long before Adam and Eve fell. That knowledge should sober us, give us pause – and lead us into a time of prayerful silence, a time of gratitude that the God who made us, against Whom we’ve all rebelled, chose to make peace His will instead of giving us over to the death we deserved.
The other day, Rachel was talking to a friend of hers about church. The conversation flowed, touching on everything from music to children’s programs to their own personal involvement in the church’s ministry. Soon, the topic led to them discussing a mutual friend who went to still another church, and the following line was said… Continue reading Too Much Accountability?