The entire human race is created in the image of God as his beloved creatures.

Each one of us rebels against God and chooses to disobey him.

We deserve punishment from the God who formed and sustains us.

Instead, God came to earth in the person of Jesus.

He lived a perfect life and died for our sins on the cross as the Savior of the world.

Jesus was resurrected on the third day to demonstrate power over life and victory over the grave.

He ascended into heaven, from which he will one day return to judge the living and the dead.

Each of us has the opportunity to follow Jesus as our Savior and Lord. Everyone gets a second chance in Jesus, no matter what we have done.

The End. Or The Beginning. 

Recently someone described themselves to me as “quirky.”  The word means possessing “peculiar or unexpected traits,” and their word choice was fitting. Not only did it apply to them, but it is appropriate for most of us. We each have unique things about our life that surprise others when they learn about them. 

While these traits could be considered off-putting to some, they are also the same characteristics that make you unique. The way you bite your nails, twirl your hair, crack your knuckles, or zone out when you are deep in thought. There are numerous ways that all of us could be considered quirky. 

One facet of being a part of the body of Christ is that we embrace the quirkiness we find in each other. We not only overlook how we are each different, but we see the good in our unique behaviors. We understand that there is a blessing in all people not being the same. Those unexpected and peculiar traits are like the one-of-a-kind snowflakes that paint the entire landscape white when put together.  

The people of God are from all races and backgrounds. They are comprised of both genders, all body types, and nationalities. They also include people who can seem strange at times and most definitely are quirky. But when we work together, the world is changed because we embrace one another in Jesus instead of focusing on our differences. 

I keep a notebook of all my ideas for blogs. Each day I try to write down at least one topic or title for a future post. Some days I put several ideas into my notebook. Then at the end of the week, I look back through my notes and organize them for what I would like to write for the coming week. 

As I looked through my material this week, I noticed five times in the last five weeks where I had noted something with the word “distracted.”  I wrote, “Being distracted during worship, being distracted as a Christian, distractions to our faith, distractions from doing important things, and distracted by evil.” 

I guess God has been trying to teach me something. Being distracted is one of the biggest hindrances to a Church community and individual believers. We can easily take our eyes off our goals and purposes and focus our attention on trivial matters. 

One trick of the evil one is to get us to look at his left hand so that we do not notice what his right hand is doing. If he can get us focused on the wrong thing, then we will miss the ways he is trying to harm us. Misplaced attention will enable evil to succeed without us noticing. 

Lately, I have kept seeing the impact of distractions in every area of life. Being preoccupied with the wrong things leaves us vulnerable to mistakes we will not notice until it is too late. 

Please make a note of it. 

Recently I decided to clean my office. One of the things that required the most attention was my filing cabinets. 

In the early days of my ministry, everything was put into a file and stored for later use. If I had handwritten sermons, they went into a file. If I read a good article in a magazine, I would copy it and put it in another file. If another Church had a brochure that was well done, still another file for that. The result was two filing cabinets crammed full of papers. 

Over time, I found more and better material on the internet. I also discovered my old sermons were not good enough to preach again as I learned and understood more of the Bible. Most of those cabinets’ material was no longer useful for my ministry.  

Still, the pages were hard to throw away. Some represented hours of work. Others were the result of financial investments. A few represented achievements in my ministry career. So I held onto them year after year. That is until August this year when I decided to clean house. 

Each week I have gone through another drawer and filled boxes with old paperwork that went into the trash. As of today, I have emptied one filing cabinet and a few random boxes of the pages they contained. 

With each stop at the dumpster outside of our Church building, I feel a burden lifted as I throw away all these old papers. One less pile of stuff to maintain. One less pile to move. All the good and bad pages of the past 29 years of ministry are being purged from my life.   

This process has me thinking about my mental filing cabinets. There are thousands of pages stored there too. They are not that easy to remove. A quick stop at the dumpster does not eliminate the mental pages given to me over a lifetime. Still, most of us need to purge the mental files we have accumulated over a lifetime. 

Occasionally we need to say, “I am never going back there again.”  When that old memory pops up, we will dismiss it rather than dwell on it. When we are reminded of those past failures, we will not spend a minute of mental energy replaying them.

I am so happy that I started this project. It has been purifying to my soul and liberating to my mind. Whenever we clean the house physically or mentally, we are given a chance to start over with a clean slate.

Today in the United States, we celebrate Labor Day, and many of us do not have to work. 

I invite you to remember that God gave us the first vacation day. The seventh day of creation was set aside for rest. The rest would then be used to refocus on God and honor him.

Please don’t use your non-workdays to dishonor our creator. Instead, take today to thank Him for all the ways He has blessed your life. Remember His work and rest in Hwwwim, knowing His mighty hand will sustain you.

A holiday that gives you an extra day off is an enormous blessing for many people, just don’t forget the ultimate source of all good things.

Honestly, some weeks, people do not get much out of attending worship as a Church. Some weeks the music doesn’t click with our souls, the sermon is not on a topic relevant to us, and we don’t connect with other believers.

I pray these weeks are rare for you, but I understand that they occasionally happen to everyone. 

Does that mean regular attendance is unnecessary? 

One benefit of attending each week is the subconscious reminder of your beliefs. Even if there is little immediate benefit, pausing for one hour still helps you refocus on your faith. It reminds you of your commitment to God and the desire to live in his will. 

Some weeks are supernatural, as God will amazingly touch your soul. Other weeks might feel mundane, but God can use both to further your walk of faith.

And besides, you never know which one will happen this Sunday. 

A small group of people shares these. They had a common experience that brought them closer, and now they laugh about things together while other people do not understand. 

When I was in high school, the proper response was, “I guess you had to be there,” and then try to move on to a new topic. The whole time they talked, you would wonder, “What did I miss? Why was that funny?” And “I really wish I could be a part of the joke.” 

We accept this as part of growing up that comes with high school and college life. Unfortunately, you don’t get to be included in all the fun stuff. 

But it should not happen at Church. Christians need to work to ensure that others are included whenever they get together. They will open their circle up to welcome new people. Whenever a guest is present, they will do everything within their power to try to make sure others do not feel like outsiders. True fellowship happens in a community of faith when everyone feels included, valued, and loved. 

I love a good joke, but make sure everyone is in on it. 

The older I get, the more I believe the government should establish rules on who should give advice. 

Experience is a great teacher, and time will show you that the instructions most people try to provide are silly. 

For example, I think no one with children under 30 should teach about parenting. What seems like the end of the world when a child is ten will often have little importance to adult life. But, on the other hand, things that seem insignificant will mold and shape them in ways you never imagined. 

There is a long list of people I think should not speak until they are older. I feel this way because I have taught about everything in my fifty years of life and ministry, and much of the help I was trying to offer is embarrassing now. People should not speak about marriage, parenting, finances, loss, leadership, spiritual maturity, relationships, or other things until they have reached a certain age or milestone. This might keep us from repeating the mistakes of youth. 

Of course, no government will pass laws on topics like these. They would be impossible to enforce, and no one would listen anyway. So I suggest you develop your own rules about whose advice you will take. Not every voice is trustworthy, some for Biblical reasons, and others because time alone will show its flaws. 

I know many of you will disagree with what I am writing today, but unless you are older and wiser than me, I really don’t care. Sorry, that is one of my personal rules. 🙂

While my wife was driving through the mountains of Colorado, I would reach up and grab the handle above the door. These pieces of vehicles are technically called assist handles, referred to as grab handles, or have a colorful nickname. Their primary purpose is to help people pull themselves up when getting out of an automobile. A second use is by passengers when they are nervous. 

Not only did I grab the handle while she was driving narrow mountain roads along enormous cliffs, but I also took my right foot and kept stomping an imaginary break on the passenger side. If I felt we were a little too close to the side of the road or were going too fast to maneuver an upcoming bend, I would push my foot into the floorboard while holding tightly to the grab handle. 

You need to know that my wife is a great driver. She has never had a significant accident that required us to contact the law or the insurance. On the other hand, I have created numerous mistakes that resulted in us paying thousands of dollars in damages. There is really not a single reason for me to doubt her ability. 

The problem is not my wife’s driving; the issue is me. I am a control freak. I like to feel in charge of every situation. I want success and failure in my hands, even if I am not the most competent in the vehicle. I grab the handle and stomp the floor to gain some form of control in a situation where I feel totally out of control. In reality, my efforts are an illusion.

Often this is exactly like our relationship with God. We have no reason to doubt him. His track record is flawless. Yet, instead of trusting him and going along for a ride. I grab at anything that will give me the illusion of control.

True faith is letting go of the things we think will help us on our journey and completely trusting the driver.    

The number of people who will tell you the completely honest truth is limited. Some will try to soften the truth by telling only part of the story. Other people will avoid saying anything. Still, others will lie to your face.

When someone does finally be totally honest with you, how do you respond?

Will you be thankful? Will you think deeply about their words and remain silent? Will you tell them you appreciate their candor?

Will you be hurt? Will you be offended? Will it upset you and cause you to attack verbally?

How you respond will encourage them to continue telling you the truth or avoid it. Some people will not be frank with you because of their character. But some do not speak honestly because of yours.