Somehow, Gungor is able to turn my sentiments into a song with a charming music video.
“God is Not a White Man”— Gungor
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When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.
To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God’s grace means. As Thomas Merton put it, “A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.”
The gospel of grace nullifies our adulation of televangelists, charismatic superstars, and local church heroes. It obliterates the two-class citizenship theory operative in many American churches. For grace proclaims the awesome truth that all is gift. All that is good is ours not by right but by the sheer bounty of a gracious God. While there is much we may have earned—our degree and our salary, our home and garden, a Miller Lite and a good night’s sleep—all this is possible only because we have been given so much: life itself, eyes to see and hands to touch, a mind to shape ideas, and a heart to beat with love. We have been given God in our souls and Christ in our flesh. We have the power to believe where others deny, to hope where others despair, to love where others hurt. This and so much more is sheer gift; it is not reward for our faithfulness, our generous disposition, or our heroic life of prayer. Even our fidelity is a gift, “If we but turn to God,” said St. Augustine, “that itself is a gift of God.”
My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it.
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― Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out
One of the good ones, I thoroughly enjoyed Manning’s work. He was one hell of a gracious guy. Rest in Peace
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Bob Dylan plays on the back porch of the SNCC office. Greenwood, Mississippi, 1963.
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Bob Dylan plays on the back porch of the SNCC office. Greenwood, Mississippi, 1963.
[Credit : Danny Lyon]
This basically sums up everything Bill O’Reilly’s ever said.
Fox News in two .gifs
Quite the week. It started in Boston, followed by days of worry, sadness, and a good amount of prayer. I haven’t felt so preoccupied in quite some time. Spending quality time with Liam and Steph was the only real remedy.
It ended with spending time with my staff in Washington, D.C. which was a great way to end the week on a high note. They’re pretty great.
In our darkest times, our nation can always count on baseball to help bring us back.
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Crack Fox reporter Todd Starnes accuses President Obama of not mentioning Good Friday in his Easter statement.
It’s in the first line.
Journalism is hard.
A servant's Life: Gay Marriage and Evangelicals
This is not a statement for or against gay marriage and to be clear from the outset, I won’t be drawn into that discussion here. This post is just to publicly say that I’m dismayed at the response that’s raging to Rob Bell’s affirmation of gay marriage that declares he is outside of the…
Amen.
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