Here are some of the thoughts I had today and like me, there are random and not necessarily connected or in any kind of order.

1) Yes, I believe that Osama Bin Laden was a criminal who commited the worst sort of heinous acts against humanity and deserved to be punished under human law. But in the eyes of God we are just as much in need of a Savior and His grace as Osama was. We were all enemies of God who deserved hell and God’s wrath when Jesus died for us. But Jesus took that wrath we deserved and all our sins upon Himself. We get life and a new start and more grace than we will ever be able to comprehend. That’s good news.

2) I think I’ve come to the place where I’m a fan of good music. I’ve stopped trying to figure out whether it’s country or pop or Christian or alternative or whatever labels are out there. I think in my book there’s two kinds of music out there. There’s music that moves me and speaks to my soul and music that doesn’t. Period. I try to find as much of the first kind as possible and not think that my tastes in music should be the standard for everybody else. As long as your music moves you, I am all for it!

3) Everything I just said about music applies to movies and books.

4) I think I’m finally getting to the place where I can be brave enough to be weak enough to let Jesus do for me what I’ve tried repeatedly and failed to do for myself. I can’t beat temptation or control my temper or have a good attitude under my own power. I just can’t. I only make things worse. But not only is God able, He’s already doing these things in me. He won’t quit or give up until He’s finished making me into exactly who He wants me to be. And not one iota less than that will do.

5) Apparently, I like lists a lot. I’ve used them a lot lately. No reason.

6) It’s amazing to me how the most powerful and serene moments of peace seem to wash over me when I least expect them and especially when I least deserve them. Not when I’m managing my sin well and have my thoughts in order. Usually, it’s when I’ve just given into temper or a bad attitude and admitted it to myself and God. It’s like a sneak preview of heaven.

There. I’m done. I had no idea what would come out when I started this blog, but that’s usually how these things go. I am ususally the most surprised at what God puts on my heart during these times. Even if I were the only one reading these, it would be well worth it just for my own sanity and peace of mind.

Thanks for reading these and giving me your honest feedback. I will continue to try to be as authentic and true to myself and what God speaks to me as I can. I guarantee it may not always be pretty or always theologically correct, but it will never be dull.

“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” (Martin Luther King, Jr.)

I had an odd question today that came to mind. What would Jesus do with Osama Bin Laden? I’m not one to be dogmatic about this, but I have an idea how the conversation might go.

I don’t think Jesus would condemn Osama. After all, He didn’t come to condemn, but to save. I truly think Jesus would say something like, “Osama, I’m coming over to your house for dinner.” I think Jesus would show Osama a God he had never seen, a God of love and compassion and forgiveness.

Look at Zaccheus, a tax collector who robbed people blind. Look at Saul, who later became Paul. He persecuted and killed Christians and was the #1 enemy of the Church before he was radically saved and transformed. Look at any of the disciples, who were far from the elite or cream of the crop. Look at the thief on the cross.

I think Jesus would say that no one is ever beyond redemption. He would say it’s never too late to start over. He would say that His grace is sufficient for anyone, no matter what they’ve done. That Divine Love is more powerful than any ideology or cause or man-made religion or anything else in this world.

Did Osama deserve to die for all his wrongs? Yes. Do we deserve to die for all the times we’ve sinned and rebelled against a Holy God? Yes. But we got grace instead, because we said YES to Jesus. I wonder if Osama ever heard someone tell him that Jesus loved him. Maybe. Maybe not.

I guess what I’m driving at is that we can’t ever give up on anybody ever. We can’t condemn anybody because that could be any of us but by the grace of God. All we can do is love Jesus and believe that through Him everybody is welcome, nobody is perfect and anything is possible (something I borrowed from Cross Point Church).

That’s all.

I’ve been reading over the Beatitudes in Matthew 5 and I’ve thought what some of these would have sounded like to modern ears. For people like you and me, living and breathing and eating and working in the 21st century world. Maybe something like this:

1) You’re blessed when you’ve admitted you’re hopelessly caught up in your addictions and can’t free yourself, because in surrender there is freedom and liberty.

2) You’re blessed when you’ve quit being religious and started being real, when you take off the masks you’ve been wearing for so long and be yourself, warts and broken pieces and all, because you’ve given God a place to start in your life and that’s all He needs.

3) You’re blessed when you stop pointing fingers at everyone else for what’s wrong with the world and start pointing that finger at the figure in the mirror looking back at you, because the first step of healing and restoration  begins with admitting you’re the one who is sick and needs a Doctor.

4) You’re blessed when you won’t rejoice in the death of another, no matter how depraved or despicable  that person’s actions are, because you know that the only reason that person isn’t you is the nonstop grace of God at work in your life.

5) You’re blessed when you can look at your enemy and smile and forgive them even when they’re still hurting you, because you know that Love is stronger than hate or rage or fear and the Jesus in you is always stronger than whatever or whoever you’re facing.

6) You’re blessed when you can freely admit that you don’t have all the answers or have God all figured out, when you admit that you can’t make it on your own, that you are desparately in need of God to come through for you or you will fail miserably, because that’s always when God shows up in your world.

7) You’re blessed when you know that the very thing God wants from you is just for you to say that you don’t deserve Him or anything He can give you, that there is no reason He should bother with you, other than what Jesus has done for you on the Cross and how He took your place. How His perfection and righteousness are yours. That you surrender yourself and lay down your rights and own plans and follow Him to any place or person He leads you to. These are the kind of people God wants to change the world with.

8) You’re blessed when your prayer every morning is “Help me! Help me Help me!” and your prayer every evening is “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Because you’re headed in the right direction. You have God on your side and He’s not about to leave you or abandon you. He may take you down some roads you would not have chosen, but He will be with you every step of the way and He has promised in the end to get you Home on time.

May these and many more blessings be yours now and always!

I have a question for you (and primarily for me). Will you stay the course?

Will you be faithful when seemingly everyone else is taking the comfrtable and easy road? Will you stay on the straight and narrow road when the wide road seems so inviting and appealing?

Will you hold fast to your beliefs when it would be so much easier to compromise or just be quiet about certain aspects of the faith that aren’t so popular or politically correct? Will you believe all of Jesus’ words, even those about His exclusivity and what He said about Hell?

Will you love those who don’t love you back? Will you serve those who can’t or won’t ever repay you? Will you give of yourself even without the promise of a return in this lifetime?

Will you stop pretending to be perfect and be willing to admit your weaknesses? When you fall (not if, but when), will you get up and keep going? Will you see that the greatest and most lasting lessons you’ll ever learn come not from successes, but failures?

I hope you will. I hope you can say a resounding YES to each and every one of these questions. I also hope you realize all this doesn’t have to come out of your own resources and strength. Which leads me to one last set of questions.

Will you be weak enough to stop trying on your own and let God be your strength and do for you what you could never do for yourself? Will you allow the indwelling Spirit to live through you and the Christ within to shine through you? Will you come to the place where you know that all God wants from you is not your works or good efforts or promises, but simply you, surrendered and available to anything He wants.

Will you? Will I?

In Christ, we will.

Hopefully, this blog will give you some insight into the shining mystery that is me. Because I know you have all been dying to know just what makes this Greg person tick. And don’t they make pills for that? The answers to those questions respectively are I don’t know and if you find out, let me know.

I love music. I have a song playing in my head nearly all the time and random phrases tend to trigger songs in my mind. I think music is a picture of the body of Christ, where it’s not about everyone playing the same melody. God gave us different parts to play so there would be harmony. In every sense.

I love movies. There’s something very satisfying about a good story told well. Good movies reveal more each time you see them and speak to the human condition. Movies that I like are movies I can relate to and characters I can empathize with.

If I had to choose between music and movies and books, I would probably choose books. Ideally, I won’t ever have to choose, but I think a good book is one of my most favorite things. Re-reading classics like Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia every year is something I look forward to. Again, I like a good story told well.

I really love to see people as God heals them. I love people discovering their place in God’s ultimate plan. I love when the people of God come together to be the Church and don’t fall into the normal American trap of just going to church. I love fellowshup and sharing joys and sorrows. I love how our unity and love for each other shows who Jesus is to the world better than anything else.

Oh, and I like cats, since I have one. Or she lets me live in her space. The old saying is so true. Dogs have owners, but cats have staff. And I think I’m being paged by mine now.

I’ve been thinking about what the key factor is in me staying the course and finishing the good fight and running the good race, like the apostle Paul talks about. What will it be?

Will it be my willpower? Not hardly, I find out time and time again that my will is weak and I am easily prone to temptations and indifference.

Will it be all my activities and Bible studies and Christian events? No. More knowledge is not the answer unless that knowledge goes from my head to my heart and transforms the way I live.

Will it be having all the correct doctrines and beliefs? Again, I doubt it. Those who knew the most about religion in Jesus’ day were the ones who most vehemently opposed Jesus and had Him killed.

Well, then. What will get me home? What will get you home? I suspect that you are like me and you have fallen and sinned way too many times to keep count. All your activities and all your knowledge haven’t gotten you where you need to be. What then?

The answer is Jesus. Jesus and Jesus alone will get us home. It’s not going to be because we had such admirable and overwhelming faith in Him, but because He kept His promise that He gave when He said He would never leave us or forsake us, that He wouldn’t lose even one of those the Father gave Him.

The older I get, the more I realize how much I need Jesus. Not just for when I was lost and needed a Savior, but now when I’m weak and need Him to be my Strength, when I am speechless and need Him to be my Voice, when I am blind and need Him to be my Sight. He’s everything I need to get me Home and He Himself is the Way I will get there.

Jesus, be everything that I can’t be in me to all those you have called me to love. I confess if you’re not holding me up every second, I will fall. I know you won’t ever let me go. Let the rest of my life be a gigantic “THANK YOU!” back to You for all You are to me. You are my Life.

Thank You!

Were you always picked last for teams in school?

Were you the one who always sat ignored in a corner during a party while seemingly everyone else in the room was having a great time?

Were you left wondering what you did after a friend decided you weren’t worth the effort anymore and dropped (or defriended) you?

Were you the one left holding the pieces of your heart after your spouse or significant other gave up on you and walked out on you?

Were you ever the one wondering if you would ever matter to anyone and if the world wouldn’t just be better off without you in it?

Every single one of us (including me) has said yes to one or more of these questions. And the ultimate question: Did you ever wonder if God was ready to throw in the towel on you, too?

The answer as plainly as I can put it is HELL NO.

God’s not even close to quitting on you. In fact, he’s still pursuing you. The fact that He’s running after you is not because He’s angry, but because He can’t wait to get to you.

God chose YOU because He wanted YOU. He loved YOU enough to give up everything, leave heaven, and die a criminal’s death on a cross for YOU. YOU are His beloved.

I will never get tired of saying that you are God’s beloved. It will never ever grow old to think that I am His beloved. If I am sounding a one-note symphony, it is this: God is madly in love with you and wants you. Not because ones He really wanted were taken. Not because there weren’t any good choices out there. He wanted you.

And He still does. He wants to take you and transform you into something beautiful and give you a story to tell that will astonish the world. Your and my part is simply to believe what God says about us and receive it and live out of it. Then be God’s love to someone else. It’s really that simple.

Henri Nouwen summarized the whole entire gospel in one word: Beloved. That’s what you are.

Ain’t it grand?

I think the mentality of most Americans is that if you just try hard enough, you can do anything and you can be anything. Not so. As a pastor once said, no matter what expensive Air Jordans he wears, he will still be a fat slow white guy on the basketball court. As much as I want and will it, I will never dunk on a regulation-sized goal. At least not in this reality. You and I can’t do and be anything, but we can be exactly who God made us and do what He made us and called us for.

We’ve mixed up a sort of “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” type mentality with the gospel. The result is that if I try harder, read my Bible more, pray more, witness more, and do more, I can please God. If I jump through these holy hoops and say the right words, God will like me more.

That begs the question. How good is good enough? Will my best ever be enough? The answer is a fatal blow to our pride. We can’t be good enough, because the best of what we have to offer is what the apostle Paul referred to as “filthy rags.” In other words, disgusting. We will never be good enough.

The good news is that Jesus is good enough for both Himself and for you. His whole life was one of perfect obedience and pleasing God. He did what we couldn’t. He came to us when we couldn’t get to Him. He took the punishment for every wrong we’d ever done, every good intention gone bad, every attempt to please God that failed miserably.

Now God looks at us and sees all the goodness of Jesus. There is no need in trying over and over to do what Jesus already did. All we do is surrender and receive and say thanks. That’s a pretty good description of growing in grace– surrender, receive and say thanks.

The good news is that we don’t have to find a way up the mountain to God, but that God has come down the mountain to meet us where we are in the valley and live with us and laugh and cry with us. We couldn’t be like Him, so He became like us. Only He did it perfectly. The best news is that we get credit for His perfection and God has declared it as ours.

The gospel says that thanks to what Jesus did when He died on the cross and rose again, we are now good enough. You are pleasing to God. So surrender your own efforts to be good enough, receive what Jesus did, and live a life that shouts “THANK YOU!” in everything you do and say.

That’s all.

This is just me using my sanctified imagination and wondering what it would have been like to hear one of the discples on the road to Emmaus tell his own story.

“What’s my story? You really want to know? You may not believe it, because it will seem ridiculous and far-fetched. Even I sometimes have a hard time believing it myself, even though I was there. But here it is.

Me and my friend were walking back to a little backwater town called Emmaus. It’s one of those places you go to when you want to get lost and don’t want people to know where you are. We both were disillusioned, having seen yet another Messiah turn out to be yet another hoax. At least this one was honest. Too bad all he got for his troubles was a cross.

All I knew was that I wanted to forget that the last three years had ever happened. I didn’t want to see any of the other disciples, especially not the twelve. I was going back to my old life with a vengeance and didn’t care anymore what happened to me or anyone else.

Suddenly, this man shows up out of nowhere beside us and starts asking all these questions, like “Who are you?” and “Where are you going?” We told him all about our belief in the lastest failed messiah. He honestly acted like he hadn’t heard anything about this Jesus, like he’d been hiding out under a rock or living in a cave for three years. So we set him straight and told him everything.

Then for some odd reason that I still can’t fully explain, I invited him to stay with us a little longer. We were going to have a meal, since we hadn’t eaten all day and we had been walking since sunrise. He agreed and not only that, said he had some leftover bread and wine we could eat.

Something about the way he broke the bread triggered something in my mind. The way His eyes shone. The sound of His voice. It was like fireworks went off in my head and I truly saw him for the first time. It was Jesus, alive. Not bloody and beaten, but alive. More alive than I’ve ever seen anyone before.

He took us through the entire Torah and the Prophets, opening our eyes to what was written in them about Him. I finally understood what the true purpose of the Messiah was. I think my friend did too, by the tears gleaming in his eyes.

But suddenly, Jesus was gone. I never saw him get up and leave, but he wasn’t there, like he vanished. I felt my heart breaking, but in an oddly good way, and tears filling my eyes. Every part of me felt completely alive and I felt like I was going to burn up if I didn’t tell someone what just happened.

So here we are on our way back to Jerusalem with a story to tell. After all, that’s what a disciple is, isn’t it? Someone who’s seen Jesus and has his or her own story to tell about how Jesus changed everything?

What’s your story? Have you told anyone? I know stories like that are always worth telling (and hearing) again and again. I know I will never get tired of telling mine.

He is risen! Yes, He is risen indeed!”

It’s 11:33 pm on the night before Easter and I am looking back on some of the conversations I’ve had and thinking about what I should have said but didn’t and what I said when I should have kept my mouth shut. It seems like I can never please myself in that regard. I sense in these times that something in me just isn’t right. That I’m broken and crooked.

The answer to my brokenness and crookedness, or what the apostle Paul would call my flesh, my sin nature that dwells in me, is three little words: He is risen.

If Jesus died for my sins and stayed dead, I am still guilty. I am still condemned. I will still have to pay for all my sins some day. Even if Jesus was the best moral example and a great teacher, it doesn’t help me in the least if the stone in front of His tomb stayed put and never moved. I am still lost and without hope.

But He is risen! That means that everything He said is true. That means that He is everything He said He was (and still is!). That means that nothing will ever be the same again.

It means that you and I have hope. It means that goodbyes are not forever and failure is not final and death does not have the last word. It means that one day all that is wrong with you and me and the world will be put right and all the lies will come untrue.

He is risen! Those three words are why we celebrate Easter. Those three words trump whatever the enemy is whispering in my head right now. Because of those three words, the devil is a defeated foe and He has no more authority or right to speak into my (or your) life anymore. He may remind me of my past or my shortcomings, but all I have to do in response is remind him of his future.

He is risen! We have hope. Anything is possible. Love wins in the end. You are not hopeless and you are definitely not too far gone or past redeeming. If Jesus could defeat death on its own terms, what makes you think He can’t defeat anything you’re facing right now? He can and He will.

Celebrate that as His child, that very same power that brought Jesus out of the tomb on Easter Sunday is in you. The love that was more powerful than hate and the grave and hell was His love for you. Yes, He is risen. He is risen indeed!