What would it take for you to believe in Jesus? Continue reading
(Hint, in a great reversal–the sort of thing for which God is famous–the “Jesus” icon is representing the government, above)
If you’re here this morning feeling triumphant and joyous and free because of the Supreme Court’s decisions this past week, praise God.
If you’re here this morning feeling queasy and uncertain because of the Supreme Court’s decisions, or because of hate that’s been manifested in our state and even across the street in the last few weeks, praise God.
If you feel like finally, finally, God is answering your prayers, praise God.
If you feel like, in light of this week, God must be taking a nap, praise God.
I do truly pray that there are people in these pews today of all those convictions, because there is merit in all those convictions, and familial love and diversity is a hallmark of the Kingdom of God.
God doesn’t look the way that any of us think he does. God doesn’t act the way any of us suppose he should. God doesn’t look like you. God doesn’t look like me.
God looks like Jesus Christ.
God is Jesus Christ.
Praise God, our Lord Jesus Christ.
And you know what today is? Continue reading
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In this photo, I see my own dog stretching. I see the yoga pose downward dog which I practice almost prosaically every day. I see the majesty of nature, in nails, in mane. I see the power of violence. What do you see?
“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are -are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
(and, more stirring quotations from the Narnia Series)
Is there anything worse than sticking out in a group of people? Is there anything more humiliating than showing up for a party with an outfit that is far too formal or far too casual? Is there anything more uncomfortable than realizing that you don’t understand the jokes being told in a group, or that you can’t relate at all to the complaints and observations of daily life being made in conversation?
It is painful to be an outsider, to have that feeling in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you don’t belong. Like that Sesame Street feature: “One of these things is not like the others.” And yet, this is how Evelyn Underhill, the sister in faith whose example we remember today, spent most of her life. Continue reading