Crazy, Crazy Love

In the latest chapter, Francis talks about the love of God and how we typically view God. We have this box that we put God in when we view him. Each one of us has some type of vision of how God is that’s messed up and most of the time, it’s because of our own insecurities that we have in ourselves or the relationship we have with other people. Especially when it comes to people of authority.

I view  God as a Dad. I’ve always had a healthy relationship with my dad. He’s always been there for me through everything, providing encouragement, assurance…really anything I needed. If there was a need in my life I know my dad would do anything he could to help me. He’s provided me a healthy view of a father. No, he’s not perfect but in my eyes, he’s everything a dad should ever be. But there’s this level of fear in my relationship with my dad.  It’s not something he has caused, but rather something I have developed. There’s no way I could bring up in any form of how I’ve messed up in life to my dad.  Although he knows I’m not perfect, I’d much rather hide and not say anything. My fear is that he’ll be disappointed and even though that won’t change our relationship, the last thing I want ever is to disappoint my dad. (Even though he ALWAYS knew when I was hiding something or something was up…)

That’s exactly how I am with God. As soon as I mess up, my tendency is to hide and ignore his probing for me to give it up and just talk to him. I don’t want to disappoint God. Which is stupid in a way because first off, good luck hiding stuff from God. Secondly, God’s love is unable to grasp!  There’s nothing we can do to separate us from it. Nothing. Even if we push it away with everything in us, he’s still there with his overwhelming love.

And it blows my mind every time I open myself up and realize how much he just wants to love me…




Life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it…

“The truth is some people waste their lives. This isn’t meant to bash those who are gone, but to warn those who are alive.”

Touchy subject death is. You talk about it and the majourity of the response you get is the listener squirming in their seats. It’s not a comfortable topic for any one. Then we hear crazy stories that happen daily, reminding us of what James wrote in chapter 4.

“You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”

Okay. Nobody wants to think that. It’s just straight up depression. Who wants to think of being gone completely from this earth and then eventually forgotten? I can’t envision crowds of hands rising at that question.

We all know we’re going to die. It could happen any moment.  We all know it, but we don’t live as if it were true. If we did, this world would be different.

Think about how much worry and stress takes over our lives in  North American culture. It runs it. It takes over our main focus and when it’s there, it pushes God out of our main sight and puts him on the back burner.

One thing I’m continuously learning is that God should not be on the back burner. Realizing this and making God the center changes everything. It will change the way we think, talk, act… we shouldn’t live and blend in with the craziness. Rather we should be standing apart and taking time to love and slow down the pace and make our life revolved around how Jesus came to show us how to live.

Life’s a gift. Are we really acting like it is? Or are we just waiting around,  not really paying attention?

Without knowing it, we’re wasting time away . . .


Suicide Bombers and Worship

I was reading this article and couldn’t help put myself in the shoes of one of the worshippers there. This kind of attack is uncommon in Afghanistan, but the people there are not strangers to the reality of suicide bombings. In this attack in Kabul, 55 people, including women and children, were killed. Lives ended like just like that. They were worshipping. They were actually killed BECAUSE they were worshipping. And that’s what disturbs me the most.

I am a passionate Christian, I don’t agree with much of the Muslim faith, but they were worshipping. I know how much that means to a person of faith. To be attacked, not only during your time of worship, but because you were worshipping, is heart breaking. I don’t know what worship is like for a genuine Muslim believer, but for me, it’s an intimate, personal, and emotional part of my life. I have personal times of worship on my own time, and I join in group worship times at church. Singing, praying, eating and talking with other people of like faith is a powerful thing, and it provides so much to the human soul. To think that some one would want to violently disrupt and destroy that part of life is sinister, pure evil. Regardless if I think Muslims are worshipping the right god, these people were attacked and killed during a very vulnerable, intimate and emotional part of their lives.

There were actually two attacks this morning. One in Kabul and another in a northern Afghan city. The attack in Kabul was the deadliest, killing 55 people and wounding more than 160 others. In my small town here, that’s nearly 10% of our population; and that’s in one day. Afghanistan has felt the blast of hundreds of past bombers. The nature of this attack was rare, but they are not unfamiliar with suicide attackers. Attacks like this are seen more in Pakistan. I remember, Christmas 2009, reading about suicide bombers and attacks in Pakistan that took the lives of more than 600 people. That was during a period of two week surrounding our Christmas season. In those two weeks, more Pakistani civilians died because of their beliefs than the Coalition forces lost in that entire year. They are dying in a war that they’re not even necessarily fighting for.

The families effected by this mornings attacks will have my heart in prayer. No one deserves to be assaulted like that. Not even the one’s who pushed the button on their own bombs.