Archive for the ‘Frames’ Category
That Guy!? | Mark 2.13-17
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010Dirty Hands and Sore Shoulders | Mark 2.1-12
Monday, February 8th, 2010A Day in Capernaum | Mark 1.35-45
Wednesday, January 27th, 2010Prison and Proclamation and Invitation | Mark 1.21-34
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010Down and Out | Mark 1.9-13
Thursday, January 14th, 2010The Beginning (of the Beginning) | Mark 1.1-8
Friday, January 8th, 2010Abandon the Script
Monday, November 30th, 2009Guy Fawkes Night
Thursday, November 5th, 2009
Ah, yes. Guy Fawkes night. Makes me want to “deconstruct” some buildings too.
A friend’s post on Facebook today explicates my reasons:
In 1999 American churches spent 6 billion dollars on new buildings, in ‘98 thirteen billion was needed to eliminate global hunger.
My interpretation of another interpretation (which opened on this day in 2005) can be viewed here.
The Discipline of Hearing the Holy Spirit
Monday, November 2nd, 2009
This Sunday at [theBridge] gathering, we discussed the discipline of hearing the Holy Spirit.
In preparing for our time together I was working through all the songs in my iTunes library entitled “Breathe,” to use in our fellowship time, where we catch up with one another for a few minutes. After considering the likes of Pink Floyd, Frou Frou, and Modest Mouse – among countless others – I decided on Palo Alto’s “Breathe In,” not so much for it’s musical genius, but rather, for it’s chorus:
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in,
look what’s all around you.
After reading the words of Jesus from John 14.15-18, 25-27, I tried to explicate how the guidance of God’s Spirit is available to all people, though it speaks to us in different ways. Thus, as followers of Jesus, we are to be continually open to hear God’s voice, instead of falling into the error of only thinking God speaks in certain times, places, or ways.
If this is the case, then, the variable is not how the Divine speaks, but whether we are open to hearing it.
Umtilately, I fear I may have bitten off more than I could chew – a common occurance in my homilectical endeavors. After worrying about it throughout yesterday, today I’m trying instead to trust that the God who speaks through the sound of sheer silence can use even me – even in the midst of my fumblings.

















