Month: January 2018

Discouraged

Discouraged

Oh, man. Discouragement crept in and made himself comfortable. He pitched a tent, blew up an air mattress, got his heated blanket, and hot cocoa and cozied up next to me. He started jabbering away in my ear spewing all his lies but making me 

Fear the Future

Fear the Future

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow 

Take Me To Church: Flashback Friday

Take Me To Church: Flashback Friday

I was sitting at Starbucks typing away and doing some research when a party of four sat down next to me. It was crowded and the tables were close. The two couples chatted about general life stuff for the first ten minutes or so. Yes, I was eves-dropping. Like I said, they were sitting VERY close. The conversation then turned serious. One of the men needed to talk through some junk that was happening at their church. He began expressing concern about how the church was using their finances and how the pastoral staff was leading the congregation. The discussion continued and I had to leave. I didn’t hear how they handled their issues or if they came to any resolution. I’ve heard many church conversations before: the church hurt someone, ignored someone, back-stabbed another, didn’t meet the needs for a particular person, and so on. This little church debate in Starbucks got my mind spinning: What is the church’s role anyway?

I first went to church with a friend in high school. My parents were not church goers, so it was just me. I invited my dad to join me once and warned him about the strange hand-raising that occurred during worship. I was worried he’d think I was part of some strange cult and yank me out of there. Thankfully, he wasn’t as weirded out as I thought he’d be. He stayed and eventually found his own hand-raising church.

Church can be mysterious. Church can be messy and ugly full of feelings of disgust and hate. Church can bring out the very best and the very worst in people. Church unites and divides. Church breaks us down and builds us up. Church can be very powerful yet ineffective; prideful yet humble. Church can alienate. Church can help someone feel like they are finally loved or an outcast. Church is many things to many people.

What was the intention behind church? Did God create church? What was His vision?

So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ. Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. Ephesians 4:11-16

If I look into God’s Word and study His vision for fellowship and His church I see a place where people are nurtured and loved in such a way that they radiate the light of Jesus. Church is not a denomination. Church is not a building. Church is not a set of rules that will get you into Heaven. Church is not an experience. Church can be all these things but it doesn’t have to be all these things. Church is a place where people come together in all their mess united for Christ purposefully building one another up for the Kingdom.

There are ideologies out there that require rituals in order to gain Christ’s acceptance and church membership. Some churches create by-laws for by-laws that must be followed or you’re out. Some places of worship close their doors on those that are different, dirty, poor, addicted, or royally messed up. This is not church.

Our churches are being led by worn-out underpaid servants who love so deeply they have a tendency to run themselves into the ground for the betterment of the congregation. The same people tend to volunteer week after week. Mercy and grace are needed and deserved, but rarely felt. We know deep down that our souls long for something like church but we don’t know how to let go and get to that place. Walking into a building in which vulnerability is a requirement frightens us. But, it is so needed. We were created for connection.

Don’t give up on church. God knew we’d need each other, thus creating the Church. Let’s not forsake the art of gathering with one another to learn from each other, challenge one another, forgive, give grace, be kind, and give rest. Let us create a space where vulnerability is celebrated and not scary; where love and grace are endless. Unity does not mean sameness. It means power in the differences. Let’s bring our differences to the one place they have the most value: church and build His kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven. Amen.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

 

Have you ever been jaded by church? Me too.
Reset

Reset

Winter break just ended in our household. We’ve been at it for two weeks. I always look forward to this time of year. I enjoy the slow speed of winter when sports come to a pause and school can be set aside for a minute. 

Get It Girl

Get It Girl

Yup. I am going to talk about working out. Nope. I am not going to guilt you into some program or joining a gym. That’s not my jam. What I am going to do, hopefully, is inspire you. “I don’t HAVE to workout. I GET 

The Table

The Table

Time. We know it’s a precious commodity. Most of us respond with, “I’m so busy” when asked how we are doing.

Time.

Time.

Time.

We never have enough time. At some point, we decided we had to get our time back. So, we stole it from the kitchen table. Why, when reviewing time management, did we give someone permission to tell us to take back our lives by taking away time in the kitchen?

There’s something to be said about time spent in the kitchen. We have the most comfortable couch and enough chairs to accommodate the entire neighborhood yet, we always ALWAYS wind up around the kitchen island and at the kitchen table. There is something special, something sacred, about that space in our homes. Whether we like to cook or not, the kitchen is a meeting place; a catch-all for people and community.

Jesus modeled this better than anyone. He broke bread with many showing love and expressing grace. He knew nourishing their bodies would lead to an opportunity to nourish their souls. He understood the power of life around the table. It was never about the presentation or the meal (Hello, Mary and Martha). For Jesus, the table always represented opportunity: an opportunity to show someone love, to show someone kindness, to show someone grace. Life around our tables matters. It matters a lot.

Life around the table isn’t always meant to be easy. Jesus talked about his certain death around the table, for goodness sake. Don’t get discouraged if your toddler throws a tantrum, your big kid hates what’s on her plate, or your teenager is utterly silent the entire meal. There is no striving at the table. Just being.

As I analyze our family schedule, I can’t help but strive to protect our time around the table and let go of some other things. The conversations that happen there, the love that is shared, the safe space it can be is immeasurable and completely worth the work it takes to get there.

The table has substance. The table exudes life. The table is a soul-filler and should not be feared or avoided. It doesn’t take an elaborate meal. You do not need a Pinterest table setting. No need to be perfect. Just be present.

“When evening came, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve.” Matthew 26:20

Love & Blessings,

Meg

Wounds

Wounds

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is 

Action

Action

We ushered in the new year. We love the thought of a fresh start. It allows us to leave the old behind and begin something new. There is so much hope and promise in a new year. 365 days ready and waiting to be filled 

Switch

Switch

Do you remember that State Farm commercial where they asked us what life would be like if nothing went wrong? They showed cars driving every which way through the intersection and kids riding their bikes through traffic. The point was that this is not reality and ultimately, we need to buy their insurance. In his book, Kill the Spider, Carlos Whittaker talks about the State Farm commercial in relation to our relationship with Jesus.

He says, “Unfortunately, this is what we expect to get when we say yes to Jesus. And although it may feel like this for a hot minute, this isn’t truth-at least not this side of Heaven. It won’t ever be true, but man do we want it to be true. So often we come out on the other side of a tragedy completely giving up on God because our feelings do not match our dreams. But this unraveling of truth, although gut-wrenching and terrifying, is the beginning of getting to real truth-a truth that doesn’t depend on your feelings and that will allow you to face your spider with strength, not fight it with a nerf gun.”

Many of us are led to believe or convince ourselves that the moment we believe in Jesus is the moment everything will be rectified. We think that when we invite Jesus into our lives we will have full understanding of this faith thing; like a light switch flips on and we are all-knowing and completely healed.

This is not truth.

When we are new to the faith, we think believing in Jesus is it. We did our deed and life should be void of trials, tribulations, challenges, and pain. Believing in Jesus becomes our destination instead of the beginning of our journey.

Crossing the line of faith is not just a flip of a switch. It is the pop of a gun at the starting line. You just entered the race.

We give up on God far too easily because we believe in the switch instead of the race.

Our destination is not here on earth. Our finish line lands us in Heaven and hopefully out of breath. Finding Jesus is just the beginning of the exquisite, beautiful, messy mingling of life and faith.

I wish we could all enter the intersection without fear of an accident. But, as it turns out, we still need insurance. Our insurance, thankfully, doesn’t lie here on earth but in Jesus. He will be with us when we feel like we are stalled in the intersection with cars coming at us from every direction. He sustains us when we lose the stamina to get to the finish line. And he will meet us when we cross through that ribbon out of breath on our final day. We just need to trust him.

Faith isn’t just a switch that can be flipped. It’s the most beautiful, yet intense, adventure EVER. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.… Hebrews 12:1-2

Love & Blessings,

Meg

They’re Not Responsible

They’re Not Responsible

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Romans 15:13 They are not responsible for my joy. No one is, really. My joy does not lie in