Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Family Reunion
Happy Birthday Brittany!
We were so excited to find
this really neat coffee shop
Matthew the statue
The family that I am so grateful for!
Yes, even my silly husband there on the end. ;)
Monday, September 22, 2008
Offensive & Attractive
The curious paradox of the atoning death of a bloody Jesus rising above the
plane of human history with a mocking crown of thorns is that he is offensive in
an attractive way. It is the utter horror of the cross that cuts through the
chatter, noise, and nonsense of our day to rivet our attention, shut our mouths,
and compel us to listen to an impassioned dying man who is crying out for the
forgiveness of our sins and to ask why he suffered. Tragically, if we lose the
offense of the cross, we also lose the attraction of the cross so that no one is
compelled to look at Jesus. Therefore, Jesus does not need a marketing firm or a
makeover as much as a prophet to preach the horror of the cross unashamedly. (Listening to the Beliefs of Emerging Churches, 33, emphasis added)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Celebrating Early
Monday, September 15, 2008
Established Steps
Chinese Food
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Super Abounding Grace
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Priceless Heritage
In regards to my previous post about our recent visit to the nursing home, my dear sister in Christ forwarded the following song lyrics to me. May we not lock our priceless heritage away.
When Father Time begins to run out on you
There's a place we take you to"Just a burden now",
I heard them sayI know I'm just in the way
You watch the car as they drive slowly away
Their guilt will hang on them for just today
All alone you sit, the phone never rings
Each day new sorrow brings
And the holidays, they come and they go
But there's one thing that I know
Even though my family counts me for dead
I never see them anyway
My life to God is not a worthless mistake
He's right there with me in my endless heartache
Can you look away from all this pain
Or do you think it isn't there
Can you look away from all this pain
Say you just don't really care
As we lock our priceless heritage away
Our kin the elderly
Do you know someone who stares at the walls
I think you know what to do