Let Your Pastor Be a Person
I don’t come down off Sinai with my sermon every week. I don’t have a monthly commute into the third heaven to get my marching orders from the Trinity. I’m living in the same space as everyone else.
Read MoreI don’t come down off Sinai with my sermon every week. I don’t have a monthly commute into the third heaven to get my marching orders from the Trinity. I’m living in the same space as everyone else.
Read MoreBirthdays in the Quitt home have always been minimized. Not that we don’t acknowledge this special day. We do. It includes an extended…
Read MoreI only recount this to remind myself that God is not offended by our rhythm or put off with ordered liturgy. That is, he’s not moved by new songs or old songs. He doesn’t prefer bands or choirs. He is indifferent, I think, to smoke machines or stained glass windows. I believe he loves it when we just show up with a little bit of faith in hand.
Read More. . . a real friend is not happy to see us shipwreck our lives and will love us enough to tell us when we are wrong, foolish, self-centered, egotistical, lazy, self-righteous, and drifting.
Read MoreSeveral years ago, I dipped my foot into the blogosphere with two intentions: First, write something helpful—on occasion, maybe even inspire. At the…
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