So, what gives? Is camp just an excuse to go play for a few days? Just a chance to get your kid out of your hair for a little while? What's really happening here and why should we continue to spend time and resources on it? Well, as I also mentioned above, it’s a few days to stay good and wet. Both literally and metaphorically.
The story below was written in March of this year. For those of you who don't know my story, this article is a portrayal of the mess I was making out of my life. I heaped heart ache and devastation on my- self and much worse, my family. I let Satan burrow deep into my soul and convince me that there was no hope for me. It wasn't until I entered Brother Bryan's, that I realized that I was not alone in my despair. I had found solace in a group of seventy men that society and themselves had given up on.
I find it so interesting that Webster’s Dictionary defines a cliché as “[a phrase or expression] that has become overly familiar or commonplace” to the extent that it has lost its originality and/or effectiveness. It’s interesting because lately some of the greatest clichés to me have ceased to become soundbites or word-candy and have simply become Truths.
As for why the song seemed odd to me as a child: I had never really thought of prayer being something that happens outside of traditional worship settings or beside a bed at night. To hear this mainstream entertainment superstar talking about prayer being something we need to do every day just to “make it” was kind of mind blowing.
Recently, a thunderstorm kept my family and me inside for most of the day. We had hoped to watch my middle daughter play in her last softball game and the kids were so disappointed that there would be no game, no swimming at the pool or playing outside with friends. We had had a busy week wrapping up school, class parties and my husband had just returned from almost a week of out of town travel. Even so, the kids stood at the windows watching the wind and raindrops smack the glass with sad little faces - frustrated that their day had been “ruined".
This past Sunday I shared a message with our church family to offer an update on our journey towards purchasing land for our future church home. It was full of maps, our latest financial information and ways we’ve been working to get prepared. I also shared some of the truths and promises that God has been teaching me as I’ve watched a few small acorns collected last fall from Cornerstone Church emerge out of the soil into young seedlings.
This is a love letter.
Many will tell us that love is a verb.
That much like faith without works is dead, so is love without action. Yet, the meaning of an action is dependent upon one’s environment. Everything from national culture to the latest movie determines the significance of the smallest gestures and the grandest designs.
Where were you last Wednesday at 12:30 pm? Were you eating lunch, picking up kids from school, at an appointment, working? Most weeks if you were to ask me where I was on Wednesdays at lunch, I honestly don’t think I could tell you even if you were to ask me the next day. The last few weeks, however, in my life have been different.
Easter is upon us and as we move through the week leading up to Christ's death and resurrection most of us will think a lot about the burden that was on Him and His suffering on the cross. That's certainly appropriate. But have you ever stopped to think about the twelve Disciples and what that week was like for them?
I believe that the Bible is full of God-breathed words spoken to and recorded by His people. It is no doubt a historical piece in one sense, a spiritual account in another, and also guidebook for living. Unfortunately I have the ability to leave God right there on those pages, back thousands of years in history. But truth is The Main Character is still alive today … breathing His words into our ears and onto our lives.