Jesus’ birth by Brian Kershisniks
Ok. I presume this will be a short post because I inevitably forgot about this series until a few hours ago, which left me little time to prepare my thoughts. Some of you are glad, others of you could care less. In either case, let’s take a moment to glean what we can from the classic text on the incarnation and Advent season,
And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.
Jesus, or the Word, came to the world and lived among us. What a incredible statement. In the Message translation of the Bible, this verse reads,
The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with out own eyes, the one-of-kind glory, like Father, like Son, Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.
I have heard it said once before that expectations are premeditated disappointments. The phrase communicates a rather cynical view on expectation, I suppose, but it seems like to a certain degree, we would all agree that this is true. As I get older, I too find that my expectations are often subconscious creations that I didn’t know I had until they weren’t met. Continue reading
Long overdue, I know! Check out a new vlog by Kyle and I! Another roast from Bent Tree Coffee that we got to enjoy! Thanks for tuning in to our shenanigans! Continue reading
I have been quite thankful to have a few days off work the past few days in light of the Thanksgiving holiday. I have noticed that there has been something dramatically different about these past few days in comparison to the past few months for me. I have felt a resurgence of joy and rejuvenation. It’s not like these past couple of months have been all that bad entirely, but there have certainly been frustrations, difficult circumstances and an overall discomfort that has seemed to characterize much of this past Autumn.
There have been times of great goodness and joy in my work, but other times of exhaustion and tension that have eaten away at my soul. Times where ministry has felt uniquely impossible, other times where loneliness has created bitterness, and random spurts of confusion about life and future and vocation have left me dumbfounded. I have done well to quiet the groans and moans within my soul so that no one would notice their interruptions in my life. That remedy has only worked for so long. Continue reading
Eugene Burnand’s John and Peter running to the empty tomb.
A few weeks ago, I noticed something towards the end of John’s gospel that I had never noticed before. I realized a fairly intriguing sub-narrative at work in John 20 and 21. It is a sub-narrative that could be written off fairly easily, but I thought I would open you up to the possibility and have you decide for yourself. Continue reading