Church. Has there ever been a term or word so misunderstood? Perhaps not. We think we know what it means, but do we? I'd say more than perhaps not. As a good little boy in a good little family my understanding of church was a place that we went to on Sundays or Wednesdays, and . . .
Recently, I was engaged in a conversation about a query that a friend of mine had posed on Facebook. My friend's daughter had asked her why only the men get to serve communion, and my friend opened the "floor" so to speak to the Facebook community to share their thoughts on how they . . .
Today's post is a featured guest post over at Jeremy Myers' blog "Till He Comes." In this crazy internet age, I met Jeremy at the Twitter bar, and quickly became drawn to his words, his ministry, and the Jesus in him. He provides a tremendous gift to the Body with his writing . . .
I've gone to church all my life. Sunday mornings. Sunday evenings. Wednesday nights. Pot Luck Suppers. You name it, if those doors were opened, we were going. As far back as I can remember, my family went to church, and I went with them - even with the exception of a brief time my parents didn't go . . .
I have a dream. My Dream... is Jesus. I have a dream that the Church comes alive. That It is awakened to the power and purpose that has been sealed in It from before time. I have a dream that the Church's enemy is no longer glorified and given more attention than he deserves, but . . .