Thirty years have passed since I sat on the garage roof staring up at the night sky. The worries and cares of a middle schooler have been upgraded to the burdens of a father, husband and pastor living in this current moment of darkness and fear. Perhaps, this Advent, you also feel like we’re sitting collectively on a cold and icy roof, staring up at the Heavens and badly need to hear these words this Advent: “The people sitting in a pandemic have seen a great light, and to those sitting in the land and shadow of covid, a light has dawned on them” (Matt 4:16).
If you’re looking to escape to simpler times, and treat your family to a moral power wash and social media detox, I heartily recommend revisiting this classic television series together.
The secret storm raging within me is often greater than all the storms battering the world around me. If you think a global pandemic, racial unrest, and political divisiveness is a lot to handle, try living one day inside the soul of a person at war with themselves.
This is my “coming out” post. I’m coming out in support of chickens as emotional support animals. I know this revelation will come as a shock to many, and will be met with sneering and judgment from others. But I have Jesus on my side. Let me explain.
I went to the polling place to cast my votes, and ended up casting non-partisan prayers for all the candidates. As I stood over that ballot with pen in hand, looking at all the names and offices, tears dropped down indiscriminately on the ovals below. I turned that little space into a prayer closet and portal to the King of Kings.
I discovered this poem I wrote in middle school. Was I reading Nietzsche in 7th grade, or just having a bad day?
I just realized in my 41st year of life, in my 21st year of intentionally following Jesus, and my 11th year as pastor of MainStreet that…I am Nicodemus. And I’m not alone.
When I find myself revisiting the valley of the shadow of death and making mental mud pies in the pit, the mind of my “flesh” tells me I’m in Enemy territory. The Spirit of Truth reminds me, “The light shines in the darkness.”
He is the faucet, the spigot, the ever flowing spring. I’m that rusty watering can with a slow leak.
This is a “kairos moment” for the white church and America that I pray doesn’t pass us by leaving us unchanged.
This is a challenge to follow King Jesus into greater public goodness and witness just one day before our country was rocked by the murder of George Floyd sparking protests around the world.