Thoughts while Traveling
4.22.2004
You don't have a friend named FLOUNDER...please, Justin. Your overactive imagination could lead someone to believe you live in a made-up super hero world. Oh...wait...
Just kidding, darling. I miss you today.
So we had dinner with my parents last night. The older I get the more respect and intrigue I gain for my father, the super-clergy. Seriously, He truly has lived a full and adventurous life. The stories from his younger and more charismatic days make me smile and know better wherein lie my roots. (I don't care if that sentence made sense,it did in my head) There have been many times in my life when I have felt like I must have been adopted, regardless of the well known fact that I seem the epitomy of my mother. I may have her face and her hips, however I know my dad snuck some DNA in the mix. More than I may have thought. Anyways, I love talking to him when the rare free moment arises.
He told us last night that he used to "lift" headaches, like as in heal...like as in a supernatural God-thing. Hello? Don't worry, Sarah, I laid into him for leaving our family (namely you) out to dry for all these years. I couldn't believe it...if one has a gift like that, why would you stop using it? There has got to be more there.I need to continue this conversation, obviously...I am still processing this information. It does make me angry, a little bit, if I admit my human feelings.There are things I wonder. I have had encounters with several life-altering "head injuries" ...my own and one that I loved. One of us survived, one of us didn't. Did my dad have something to do with my making it? Why didn't he do it again ,if so? I realize that I am looking WAY into this, but that's me, that's what I do...sometimes to my own detriment. And these sentiments I am recording this morning are the "extreme" ones...but they are still mine.
Questions.
My life is always circling a question. I had a friend yesterday actually tell me that she didn't have any questions about life, and that she rarely thinks deep thoughts. I told her I didn't believe that for a second...what a weird thing to say, though??? That's not fathomable to me.
Another thing my dad said last night which Justin and I found equally interesting is the view that Jesus had more tolerance for sins of the flesh than sins of attitude...i.e. the naming the church leader 'brood of vipers"...(matthew 23)
Now there is something to ponder. Think about the church today. Which is it more tolerant of ? And one more thought (I am overflowing this morning)...is there a wave slowly descending over our culture today that proclaims that the church is dead? Think about it.
THE CHURCH IS DEAD. There is a controversial statement if I have ever heard one. The church is dead and the power of the Gospel is not to found in the church, but outside the church. Believable, isn't it? Conceivable-is it not? What comes to my mind? "The Passion", the "tent in the center of town"...
The watered down confusion of the church as an institution today...can God be doing a NEW THING? Heaven forbid... :)
Just kidding, darling. I miss you today.
So we had dinner with my parents last night. The older I get the more respect and intrigue I gain for my father, the super-clergy. Seriously, He truly has lived a full and adventurous life. The stories from his younger and more charismatic days make me smile and know better wherein lie my roots. (I don't care if that sentence made sense,it did in my head) There have been many times in my life when I have felt like I must have been adopted, regardless of the well known fact that I seem the epitomy of my mother. I may have her face and her hips, however I know my dad snuck some DNA in the mix. More than I may have thought. Anyways, I love talking to him when the rare free moment arises.
He told us last night that he used to "lift" headaches, like as in heal...like as in a supernatural God-thing. Hello? Don't worry, Sarah, I laid into him for leaving our family (namely you) out to dry for all these years. I couldn't believe it...if one has a gift like that, why would you stop using it? There has got to be more there.I need to continue this conversation, obviously...I am still processing this information. It does make me angry, a little bit, if I admit my human feelings.There are things I wonder. I have had encounters with several life-altering "head injuries" ...my own and one that I loved. One of us survived, one of us didn't. Did my dad have something to do with my making it? Why didn't he do it again ,if so? I realize that I am looking WAY into this, but that's me, that's what I do...sometimes to my own detriment. And these sentiments I am recording this morning are the "extreme" ones...but they are still mine.
Questions.
My life is always circling a question. I had a friend yesterday actually tell me that she didn't have any questions about life, and that she rarely thinks deep thoughts. I told her I didn't believe that for a second...what a weird thing to say, though??? That's not fathomable to me.
Another thing my dad said last night which Justin and I found equally interesting is the view that Jesus had more tolerance for sins of the flesh than sins of attitude...i.e. the naming the church leader 'brood of vipers"...(matthew 23)
Now there is something to ponder. Think about the church today. Which is it more tolerant of ? And one more thought (I am overflowing this morning)...is there a wave slowly descending over our culture today that proclaims that the church is dead? Think about it.
THE CHURCH IS DEAD. There is a controversial statement if I have ever heard one. The church is dead and the power of the Gospel is not to found in the church, but outside the church. Believable, isn't it? Conceivable-is it not? What comes to my mind? "The Passion", the "tent in the center of town"...
The watered down confusion of the church as an institution today...can God be doing a NEW THING? Heaven forbid... :)
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