19 March 2009
17 March 2009
Happy St. Patrick's Day
B: It's good that God made the grass green because on this day everything is supposed to be green.
On a side note, I am blessed that Ben has teachers who LOVE what they do. Today, Miss Molly went "golfing" and I got greeted with a "Top 'o the Morning to ya!" from her twin sister Bridget from Ireland.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all!
On a side note, I am blessed that Ben has teachers who LOVE what they do. Today, Miss Molly went "golfing" and I got greeted with a "Top 'o the Morning to ya!" from her twin sister Bridget from Ireland.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all!
02 March 2009
New Shoes Make the Man?
B: All the girls are going to like me because of my new shoes.
J: No, the girls won't like you for what you wear but who you are inside...at least the girls that you'll want to be friends with will.
J: No, the girls won't like you for what you wear but who you are inside...at least the girls that you'll want to be friends with will.
01 March 2009
Stop, Think, Love
As I was focusing on Jesus before taking communion today, a thought struck me.
A lot of times we see Jesus' act of redemption as this singular event that happened on the cross totally forgetting that he wasn't pristine when he got to Golgotha. No, he had been whipped, scourged, beaten, and, for lack of better terms, pretty well f-ed up before he even left the public square and was paraded along the Via Dolorosa.
Why, therefore, do we feel that we need only be like Jesus on Sundays in church? Because Jesus loved us so much, he spilled his blood all over Jerusalem, in the public square and on the streets, before he died for us on the cross. If we are to take up our crosses and follow Jesus, should we not also love others as he loved us in our public squares, in our offices, on the streets and sidewalks, in our cars on the highway, and so on and so forth?
This week before you act: stop, think, love.
A lot of times we see Jesus' act of redemption as this singular event that happened on the cross totally forgetting that he wasn't pristine when he got to Golgotha. No, he had been whipped, scourged, beaten, and, for lack of better terms, pretty well f-ed up before he even left the public square and was paraded along the Via Dolorosa.
Why, therefore, do we feel that we need only be like Jesus on Sundays in church? Because Jesus loved us so much, he spilled his blood all over Jerusalem, in the public square and on the streets, before he died for us on the cross. If we are to take up our crosses and follow Jesus, should we not also love others as he loved us in our public squares, in our offices, on the streets and sidewalks, in our cars on the highway, and so on and so forth?
This week before you act: stop, think, love.
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