Blog Carnival: Community Community is getting to be a buzzword that hardly seems recognizable. It has become permanently connected with a metrosexual worship leader at the hip church which has an outreach into some impoverished place. But is that community? Yesterday I wrote about Facebook's social networking site. Did you know that there are more than 300 million active users and that 50% of their active users (returned to the site in the last 30 days) log on to Facebook in any given day and that the average user has 130 friends on the site? Is that community? Do we really have a community or do we talk so much about it and request friends by the busload because we desire it intensely? We were made for community. Creator said it was not good for that first man to be alone. Even Creator was not alone. We need to walk with others. We need our village. We need them to not only walk with us a...
When I was a child, I would hear of missionaries dying, literally, to bring Jesus to people. There was something romantic about being that serious about one's faith, and even about being chosen by God for those trials. In my child's mind anyway. It was the most fascinating thing to me, their faith, and I prayed that I would be able to do something that great for God. I still have a heart for the persecuted church and our brothers and sisters who struggle to bring Jesus to places where it can be deadly. But as an adult, the situation is not nearly as romantic. One individual in the news today is Pastor Saeed Abedini. Pastor Saeed is an Iranian American who converted from Islam to Christianity. That in itself is dangerous, but he also was a pastor of an underground church of thousands and sought to bring others to faith. Iran, being a Muslim country, tolerates a Christian minority, but has distinct disdain for con...
First, I would have to say that blessed are they that only read me and don't have to listen to me. I noticed today that I am whining. To myself in thought. To God in prayer. One would think that a whine comes with the shrill crescendo in pitch and emotion. Nope. It can even be done silently. This post is part of the blog carnival which is hosted by Peter. A bunch of us strange, wordy folk like to post our different perspectives on a word or a topic. (You can check out more posts, better than mine, here .) This is how I came to realize today that I was whining: I was debating what I have to be disappointed about. While I admit I don't think about this topic often, I did today. And that is where I found the quiet voice that became louder the more I prodded: I am disappointed that I struggle with pain. And this is why those who read me are more blessed than those who have to listen to me (because friends do need to...
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