A Line in the Sand

Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his own family.” — Matthew‬ ‭13:57‬

These were the words Jesus spoke while in his own hometown. The crowd was amazed by what he had been teaching, but they soon became distracted by his past and the things they knew about him, asking, “Isn’t this the carpenter’s son?”

They missed out on the miracles and presence of Jesus because they couldn’t let go of who they thought He was. They ‘bore witness and marveled’ at the empowering presence of God on Him, but then they reduced him back to the familiar and lost out on the eternal.

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Mary Before Martha

Let’s talk about Mary and Martha.

If you are unfamiliar with the story, it’s found in Luke 10:38-42:

38 As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. 39 Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. 40 But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.” 41 But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! 42 There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.”
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Running With Endurance Through a Pandemic

Endurance – ability to resist, withstand, recover from, and have immunity to trauma, wounds, or fatigue.

In Hebrews 12, we are called to run with endurance the race that is set before us. So right now—in the middle of a worldwide crisis—what does it look like to endure? How do we become immune to trauma, or wounds, or fatigue?

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I’m Not Fine

This morning was chaotic. We were late for church, and I was trying to get my daughter’s messy hair into a quick braid. As I combed through one of her tangles, she tensed up and yelled, “Ow, ow, ow!” I quickly kissed her head and said, “You’re fine,” as I rushed out the door to finish getting ready. She followed me out and tugged on my dress. As I turned around, my 3-year-old looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “No, I’m not fine. It hurts.” Continue reading “I’m Not Fine”