It's Sunday mid-day and we're cooking up a late "blinner" of sausages, egss, waffles and covering it all with Mrs. Butterworth's thick syrup. We've got about 10 or so high school kids who stopped by to graze...fun kids, all.
Just got back from the Vineyard Boise's late church service - the message was on Stephen (the guy who got stoned to death (for speaking clearly about Jesus as Messiah) by the religious leaders at the time in Jerusalem.) A year ago I stood in Jerusalem at Stepehen's gate where he died. Weird to be there.
Started thinking about how more-than-ready each and every one of us are to throw stones...to kill ideas...to hurt people. I tend to look at Acts Chapet 7 and say "Look at those stupid idiots killing that cool guy" - then I relaze that I've been just such a stupid idiot killing cool people's dreams, their hopes and their beliefs over the years - all the time thinking that I somehow knew more than they did...or cared more than they did...or some such stuff. It's just plain goofy.
So, during an election year, do we love differently? Do we speak less caringly? I think we tend to. Or at least I do. What I'm sensing as I walk with God, is that the things we center in on are really no big deal. Instead, he's the big deal. Jesus. Not Jesus+. Not Jesus-lite. Just a blue-collar guy who worked with wood and loved people into physical and eternal health. Gave his life to save them. Not a big deal, is it?
Dennis
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