There’s something unique about sitting down to talk with your young adults pastor and you’re absolutely convinced you should be leaving said young adults group…and then by the end of the breakfast with him you’re questioning every single idea you had in your head. No, it’s not as fun as it sounds but it’s absolutely necessary.
I’m about to bloody my theological knuckles, so buckle up. Strap in. Brace yourself. And hold onto something. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
I figured I should put that warning there since there’s a chance I’ll be metaphorically and rhetorically crackin’ skulls with today’s post. And I can’t take credit for the inspiration of these words. I blame the twitter user ENT Monkey. Dude even has a website. It all started in the early morning hours today with this tweet.
Sick of Christians, people & myself included on social media saying, “God is so good, look at my great life on Twitter, FB & Instagram.”
— ENT Monkey (@otorhinolarydoc) November 2, 2013
I got a kick out of it because it felt like a nudge in my side. You when someone pokes you and taps you on the shoulder to draw your attention to something? That was this tweet for me. I responded.
It’s Monday. Commence with the gnashing of teeth and tearing of ritual sackcloth!
I’m back podcasting about church, Jesus and the future of it all. I’m a bit bonkers and wander with my ideas but it’s fifteen minutes worth of marinating on the future of The Church. Give it listen and tell me how wrong I am.
Often with NaBloWriMo the challenge isn’t sitting down every day and writing – it’s coming up with stuff to write to fill the space of a blog post. That’s why NaBloWriMo is such a challenge – and why it’s fun and terrible at the same time. You wonder how the folks whose life blood is blogging and writing manage to keep on truckin’.
You could also probably title this post “Volunteering Makes Us Better” but I like the ring of the original.
There is great truth in the statement. I’ve been doing children’s and youth ministry since 1992. That’s 21 years of my 31 years on this planet. And I can tell you this right now – if those 21 years had been spent outside of ministry and volunteering – you wouldn’t recognize the man sitting at the keyboard right now. You probably wouldn’t want to hang out with him. There’s a good chance he wouldn’t care about much outside of his own world. The women in (and out) of his life probably wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. He’d be a jerk. Douchebag. Probably a slacker or even a player. There wouldn’t be a humble bone in his body. Oh and he’d have the language of several sailors and the respect of several less.
Tonight’s podcast is my lesson I’m teaching tomorrow on “Kingdom Come”. Listen in as a wax religiosity!