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.
Sitting around that table the hidden face of God suddenly becomes visible. The stranger becomes a dear friend. The empty hole in our heart is suddenly filled. The darkness is vanquished by piercing light. Hope is resurrected to dance a jig on the corpse of Despair. At that table the lump in our throat is replaced by an irresistible burning in our heart.
I was alone at the church this Wednesday, preparing a large table for our second "Agape" gathering -- a new monthly celebration of the Eucharist. I found my soul anxious and my spirit restless. I was physically tired, but mostly suffering from fear of disappointing others and myself. Whenever I put my hands to some … Continue reading Justifying My Existence