Candles in the Day

Four minutes into my first day at the Tru Value warehouse I heard every four letter word I know, and several I don’t (rather not ask, thanks). The conversation topics were as coarse as the jokes, though I’d better not say what the jokes reminded me of. I found myself sighing. This is clearly not going to be a pro-Christian environment to work in. I wiped at the film of sweat that had already settled on my forehead in the stifling air. Curses and shouts flew back and forth like snowballs. Dirty snowballs. This’ll be a long summer, God, I thought. It feels like such a dark environment, since not many here seem to know you.

Tithing, Giving, and New Testament Believers

Kaitlyn recently asked me, "Should Christians give all of their tithes to the church, or are they free to invest their offerings in other ministries?" I found it to be an interesting question, one I have asked as well. In order to provide the most accurate answer I went through an in depth study of what Scripture has to say about tithing. I was surprised at what I discovered, and I think you will be too. This covers more than the scope of Kaitlyn's question, but it is necessary to understand my conclusion. Please, take a moment to discover what God's Word has to say about your offering.

Breathing Worship

I have found myself on occasion falling into something of a poor habit in my approach to worship.  The habit begins with a thought.  It is not, as things go, a terribly profane thought.  It is not even a very big one.  Until recently I hadn't noticed its presence.  Yet I am learning that - harmless as it seems - it may be the rash that tells of a deeper infection; the spot which harbors secret cancer.  Although I have not put it into words before, it more or less sounds like this:

A Letter to Dad

Dear Dad,

How are you?  I hope things are going well.  It’s been a while since I’ve written you, I know. Sorry if the delay had you worried. Work has kept me so busy lately that more important things have been neglected.  Between teaching classes at the university, trying to raise three teenagers, and taking care of Mom in her old age... well, you know how it is.  Kelly tells me I’m lucky we didn’t have a fourth child, or else I’d turn into a Santa Clause dad: only around for the holidays, and then just for the cookies and milk!  Did you ever find being a father this difficult?

Coffee with Stan

I wiped a hand across my face as I put down the pen. I’d been at work on the coming Sunday’s sermon for two hours. Though it was only Thursday, I had made a long-term commitment to finish writing my sermons by Friday. This gave them time to marinate for a few days, allowing the message to sink into my mind. It also ensured a much less stressful weekend and provided time to spend with my family. Momentarily however, I was at a wall. The words wouldn’t appear on the page no matter how hard I stared at it. I decided it was time for a stretch.

Worship from a Cynic's Heart

A hip hop church service is a one of a kind experience.   The vibrant energy, already standard to ethnically black churches, was through the roof here.  Blaring synths and pulsing backbeats were enough to spike your heart rate.  And man! How everybody danced!  Like it was for the ancient Israelites, worship services in The House are a full body expression (you might even say a full body workout!).

And I must say I loved every minute of it.