church

I don't blog about church very much. I'm not sure why. I guess I don't want this to become a "devotional blog" or a place where I feel like I am offering any of my inadequate opinions about scripture and Christian life. However, my heart is full today so I will share two thoughts. First thought... Being a Christian is my favorite thing about myself. Often times, it's the only thing I like about myself. Every time I open the Bible to feed my famished soul, I am amazed... refreshed. Reading Psalm 64 at church tonight, I sat in my chair and read every sentence two times because it was so very rich. Like a delicious meal.

 Second thought... I like our church. Charlie and I often say that a little over a year ago we left "church work" for... church work. A different kind of church work. The kind of church that meets in an old house downtown. It's chairs are filled with people longing for deep teaching. At anytime you can hear a violin or a guitar or a piano or a clarinet humming old hymns. The kind of work that doesn't come in the form of a generous paycheck or office hours. It's work that requires being salt and light in a flavorless and dark community. It requires Charlie to work at a golf course, sell snow cones, stock shelves, cut grass, etc. to make ends meet. This work is fulfilling and healing... and somehow restful.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee

HOW GREAT THOU ART

HOW GREAT THOU ART.