Tag: church

Once again, from my right-thinking-sound-doctrine-I’ve-got-it-all-figured-out position of superiority I thought, the church is messed up! And instantly I heard the Holy Spirit say in my heart, “This is my church.”

Every day I find stories on the Internet that question, insult or misrepresent some facet of the Christian faith. And, being a thin-skinned believer, I hear these stories begging me for an answer or a solution.

Dear Christian, God gets to say who gets into the Kingdom of God, not man.

Listen, I am not the kind of pastor who is going to tell you that your immortal soul is in jeopardy if you don’t come to church on Sunday.

Now, I realize that when folks announce that the Episcopal (or the Lutheran or the Presbyterian or the Roman Catholic or whatever) church is lost, they generally intend these words as a critique. But what if? What if, in the adventure that is life and faith, getting lost is sometimes necessary, sometimes important, sometimes good?

There are few things sadder to a minister than having your child tell you that “church is irrelevant to me.” That was the message my son gave on his eighteenth birthday when he informed me that he would not go back to church again.

What does it mean to be fully alive? The most important spiritual question is: what does it mean to live the good life?