Reflections from the belly
Biblical gratitude is deeply relational, and profoundly life-changing.
Gratitude, schmatitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit over the gratitude industry. Every time I go hunting for a gluten free recipe online, I seem to end up on some kale-and-quinoa-scented mommy blog which is panting with gratitude; and this usually triggers in me a powerful urge to shred a pair of yoga pants then run around shrieking obscenities. Continue reading “Luke | Gratitude, schmatitude”
You can read it as judgement, or as an invitation to life.
Lots of my friends don’t go to church. Some never had any experience of it; but many of them have sat through countless services at religious schools or with their families. Yet they have, at some stage, rejected it. There are lots of reasons for this, but one I often hear is ‘hell’. Continue reading “Luke | Hate mail, or a love letter?”
Our work is not judgement, but embrace.
Once upon a time, the churches were commissioned to go out and participate in the mission of God: to bring good news to the poor, to free the captives, to heal the sick, to forgive debts, and to make disciples. Yet much of the church took this as a mandate to accrue wealth and wield power. Continue reading “Luke | Cheeky acts of forgiveness”
Followers of Jesus don’t bunker down, but go out and share the gospel with all sorts.
So Jesus was at the pub, eating and drinking and talking with whoever turned up. There were gay men and rainbow families; trans teenagers; women who prioritised work over family life; some sex workers; a couple of drug addicts; more than a few atheists; and some traumatised Muslim asylum seekers. And these people were crowding around and listening to what he had to say. Continue reading “Luke | Beyond human boundaries”
Alison and the whale 