This past week, Time Magazine ran a number of articles and vignettes on what one might do to live a longer life. And this was great news! After all, death is the worst!
It is a rare treat for pastors to be able to sit alongside their families in a worship service. Okay, “treat” may not always be the most fitting word. This summer, for instance, after the way my children behaved during the divine service,
“We don’t want to impose our religion on her. We are going to let her decide what she wants to believe.” Many pastors know the disappointment that comes from these words.
Now that the 500th Anniversary of Luther’s initial protest has come and gone, can we finally stop talking about the Reformation? No chance!
I’ll never forget the first time I saw my first “fire and brimstone” street preachers. I was descending the stairs outside a Denver Nuggets basketball game at the old McNichols Sports Arena when I caught my first glimpse:
I am not much for ghosts. I don’t believe we get visits from the dead, at least not in any sort of positive way (Samuel was no fan of being called forth by Saul, after all). But, there are nights I find myself awake and frightened by things I long thought dead. Sins of the past haunt me.
Have you heard the news? The church is dying! At least, that’s what every ecclesiastical demographic study is telling us. You’ve read the fear-mongering headlines, right?
She is very attractive for you, isn’t she? And you can’t seem to leave her alone. You love being the center of her attention. When she compliments you, you feel like you can conquer the world.