
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Looking for a new church
Have cute and distracting babies _____ +4 points
Everyone seems to be married and have babies _____ -4 points
There are cute guys ______ +3 points
The have a gauntlet at the door ...ooops..I mean greeters at the door ___ -2 points
Everyone seems to be married and have babies _____ -4 points
There are cute guys ______ +3 points
The have a gauntlet at the door ...ooops..I mean greeters at the door ___ -2 points
The color scheme is cool _____+1 point
They show a cool video ____+1point
People talk to you ______ +4 points
There are people of all ages _____ +3 points
Young adults _____ +2
They push evangelism _____ -2
They preach a scary hellfire sermon _____ -7
Free coffee _____ +3
They show a cool video ____+1point
People talk to you ______ +4 points
There are people of all ages _____ +3 points
Young adults _____ +2
They push evangelism _____ -2
They preach a scary hellfire sermon _____ -7
Free coffee _____ +3
This clearly is a joke. I'm church looking, and I think about all these things and a lot of more serious conditions too. But in the end, there are a lot of good churches and I have to pick one. I'm scared, and having trouble trusting. In the end, it has to be God's hand that directs me, not a trendiness score. He will.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
When I Think of Grace
When I think of grace, I remember one of the craziest years of my life. The year I was wrung out like a dry sponge. I didn't have much to give, but I constantly needed to give.
I came home to another family in the church. They talked to me, fed me, gave me room to sleep. In exchange I gave them twenty dollars a month and two hours of work a week: a pittance.
Growing up, there was a lot of give and take, but there also was the idea that you were expected to work and give -- a lot. That's what families, relationships, and life takes. I still believe that.
Only I didn't have it for this family. I was rarely home, and when I was I spent massive amounts of time doing homework, and staring at the wall. When I did interact, they saw the shy, boring, sleeping, needy Colleen. I should have given more. I really should have.
So that's why it didn't add up the weeks when I would ask to do my pitiful weekly chores and they would say, "No, you're tired. You don't need to do anything."
I owed these people at least that, but they wouldn't let me give it. They wouldn't let my value be based on what I gave, but on who I was.
Instead of getting what I deserved, they gave me grace.
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