Art

What is art?
To me, it is anything (painting, sculpture, building, food, writing, stage or radio drama, song, movie, etc.) which, when encountered, causes me to
stop,
reevaluate my path, actions, thoughts, drive, desires, etc., and
move forward as a changed and better person.

Existance

"Do you believe you exist not for your own pleasure
but to help people know the love of Jesus
and to come fully alive in Him?
If so, then that will shape how you live your life
in the place where you are."


~ Forgotten God by Francis Chan
(pg. 92)

Eye-opener

Ecclesiastes 7:10

"Do not say, "Why were the old days better than these?"

For it is not wise to ask such questions."

Oh, wow! How many times have we heard variations of that question? 

Take it to heart, people.

The place of Christ's ministry

Question: Read Hebrews 8:1-6. How would you explain the place of Christ's ministry to a child?
My Answer: Like living in a foreign country with hostile natives, not knowing the language or customs but needing to rely completely on your translator/guide every second for everything while the two of you attempt a rescue mission.

Convicted.

Every time I walk into a nice, middle class, suburban church on a Sunday morning that is how I feel.

Convicted.

I look around at the facades put forth by the majority of attenders as they file into their respective pews and I just can't shake the feeling that if Jesus were still visibly walking among us, this is not where He would be. I mentally sail over the city like in my own version of Google maps and zoom down in next to a homeless woman clutching at a worn sweater futilely against the cold breeze. Then a homeless man rummaging through a trash container behind a fancy restaurant where many of the people that surround me in this building called a church will order extravagantly after putting in their time and checking off their "church" box for the week. Then children who run through the streets trying to avoid abusive home lives- having already seen much more of the dark side of human nature than their young eyes should have. Why aren't "Christians" there? Why do we spend those two hours on Sundays secluded, sequestered from those who need to see Christ's love?

An honest question

“Why do we have to die?” 

Death is something that happens to everyone. God only puts us on this earth for a short while and then we go to heaven to wait with Him until He makes a new and perfect earth at the end of time where we can live as He originally intended: working the earth, ruling it as representatives of Him, and loving everyone as He loves them. In that world there will be no death.