Am I Too Soft for This Angry World?
Everyone wants me to be angry it seems, but anger is what got me here. “I am resolving to stay soft,” I whisper quietly to myself.
How Do We Know Wisdom When We See It?
It’s easy to be sidetracked, especially in our world where novel ideas, theories, ideologies, activities, distractions, and lies pelt us 24/7. What is novel is not always what’s best or true. It may simply be the latest delusion. I need to live and love in a tradition that has not only spoken of wisdom but demonstrated it . . . not just months or years but centuries and millennia.
Why Would I Believe in Something That Hurt Me So Much?
Humans aren’t made of diamond; we are not unscratchable. The pain we experience can leave an indelible mark. When the inevitable dents and bruises come, the marks don’t just buff out. People can do things to us that can’t be undone. Say things that can’t be forgotten. Bend us in such a way that we must contend with the resulting distortion for decades.
What Makes Christianity So Good?
My interviewer (a pastor) asked me this question on a Sunday morning. As a guest, I was about to talk about Jesus’s wisdom. The impromptu interview was designed to help people get to know me a bit before I spoke. Many listening were Christians. Some weren’t.
The good question gave me pause.
My thoughts buzzed like a circuit breaker about to shut off. Too many cords plugged into one outlet. My feelings raced about like loud and giggling children bounding into the living room on Christmas morning.
How do I describe what’s so good about Christianity to strangers in ninety seconds? I thought of the person I’d just met a few minutes before who’d never been to church and wasn’t a Christian but risked coming that morning for the first time in her life.
“What’s so good about Christianity?” I repeated.
“The tears of God,” I said. “I’m a Christian because God cries.”
What Does Anxiety Feel Like? Is There Hope?
Anxieties are agitated things; thoughts that pace the floor, feelings that bite their lips, a right thumb pressing deep into the left hand to push and scrub into skin.
Anxieties found me before I was a pastor. Bouts of anxiety dapple the biology of my kin. Add to that my own share of providential trauma along with ordinary cares proportionate to my age and calling and both body and soul contribute plenty to these ants-in-the-pants-moods that crawl about with their jitters and creepers.
Becoming a Jesus follower and a pastor did not un-anxiety me.
Is My Faith Still Alive?
Perhaps today you struggle below the surface wondering when the light will appear and I want you to know how brave you are to wait, to pause, to risk resting when it seems like others blossom, popping up all around you.
What’s Your Wisdom Story?
Sadly, I was years into my life and ministry before I ever cried out, “I am a fool.”
I lay on the floor, heaving beneath shelves of Jesus books, behind a desk on which an engraved ordination gift announced my job and name, “Pastor Zack.”
But being Christian and spiritually gifted doesn’t make one wise . . .
What if Jesus and I Didn’t Have a Good Start?
For those of us whose formal introduction to Jesus was muddled and mishandled, whose hearts and minds and bodies have held onto the terror of the threat rather than the loveliness of the shelter we sought, who continue to struggle to connect to the love that our God professes for us – a prayer:
I’m Older Now. What I’m Learning About Listening.
0ur friends did not need my thoughts or advice. There were professionals in their lives better equipped than I to provide that. What they needed was a safe place with faithful friends where they knew they were heard, appreciated, and cared for. They needed the gift of grace called listening.