When my children squabble, I see how very young they are, and how very little they understand. Their truths are true, but partial. When my children squabble, there is anger. There are tears. When my children squabble, I love them and am for them.
Easter was to my mother what Christmas was to me -- the best of the best. When I was old enough to articulate my preference for Christmas, I'd start with the unpleasantness of 'Good Friday.' How could torturing someone to death be the cause for celebration?
There is an issue of which all of us who would like to see peace in the Middle East are aware, but which is mostly going unmentioned today because of fear of reprisals. The issue is the state of war currently existing between Sunni and Shi'ite Muslims.
It's time I come clean. I'm an evangelical with a secret. A covert "real me" peaks from the shadows and longs to leap into the sunlight. World events compel me to throw caution to the wind and blare my confession: I'm a wanna-be Catholic.
There are so many reasons to be ashamed of the label "Christian" these days. One reason that my shame is not completely crippling is because of a one man army for decency, compassion and common sense-- author, raconteur and all around lovely person Brian McLaren.
I believe that emerging church movements will only take root and have a meaningful impact on the world if helpful aspects of our historic church traditions and resources are leveraged in ways that inspire and support them.