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There is a quiet revolution bubbling in our land. You must silence the busyness of your mind to hear the rumbling.
But it’s there.
It’s a weariness over the lack of authenticity. For instance:
The music industry, which has marginalized itself to harmonics and beat, is once again yearning for melody and emotion.
Movies, once satisfied with merely selling tickets, have a rebirth of interest in entertainment that inspires.
The government, intended to be of the people, by the people and for the people, is struggling to move out of the madness of political disarray.
The medical field is pondering healing instead of stealing.
Education is focusing on teaching.
And the church…
Well, the church is in need of ministering to humanity instead of preaching a form of godliness.
Yesterday morning I found myself in Adrian, Michigan. It was a beautiful sanctuary. It was filled with people–mostly of retirement years–who listened to my Jesonian message with anxious hearts, but with brains retired to quieter thoughts. I could see it written on their faces: “You should have caught us thirty years ago. Now we’re too old.”
But it will be the repentance of the older saints which will convict younger believers to transform their lives.
In pursuit of worshipping the Christ, we have lost Jesus.
We need to find him.
With all my heart and soul, I enjoyed, loved and appreciated the people of Adrian. But early in the morning, when Jan took a picture of the church before the service began–when it was empty–I realized that this is the crux of our dilemma.
The church will continue to empty if we don’t empty ourselves of the emptiness of religion.
God never intended us to come and praise Him only with our lips. Jesus said the church is defined by our “love one for another.”
That is the good news.
The better news is that it will truly be much easier to attend a church that embraces human need and human desire than one that audaciously contends it can speculate on the whim of the Divine.
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G-Poppers … December 22nd, 2017
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Family has gathered for Christmas, bringing their local organic microbes and bugs along with them–one being an infestation of the tummy.
Normally G-Pop fares pretty well in these situations, but this particular brand seems to take no prisoners, and does not discriminate based upon genial nature or obviously, good looks.
Everyone has had the stomach flu. Matter of fact, when you’re not having the stomach flu, you look back on it as a bizarre inconvenience. It’s more or less one of those things that happens, lasts for a few hours, and it’s gone.
Similar to an atomic bomb.
The sensation of having lost control of one of the major systems in your body is disconcerting and certainly humbling.
G-Pop abandoned all of his appetite, he was at the mercy of all the exit areas of his being, and he was at the whim of this little bug that had landed in his system and was desperately trying to work its way out.
Yes, G-Pop felt the whole time that this stomach virus was just as pissed about being inside him as he was at having it inside. For all of its antagonizing, agonizing and struggling ways let G-Pop know that it truly did want to be free.
Simultaneously, G-Pop had to try to make sure it didn’t infect anyone else in the house. Tricky business.
Having the stomach flu right before Christmas is a little frightening–because one wonders if one will be able to participate in the festivities.
But the truth of the matter is, life actually does consist of “one day at a time,” and since today is not Christmas morning, there’s a good shot that some “Joy to the World” can still be excavated from a “Silent Night.”
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