Scripture

If I, a woman, were to write the gospel of the entry of God into the world as one of us, I’m pretty sure I would not start with his human genealogy, as Matthew does. 

Advent is a season of anticipation. Anticipation for a Savior to bring light into a dark world. But it has a melancholy tenor to it. It’s the time before the joyous celebration of Jesus’ birth that we remember at Christmas. A time of uncertainty.

The Nicene Council decided that the triune Godhead is fully present in Jesus, in whom the reality of God’s love for humanity is demonstrated. Furthermore, and most importantly for our understanding of missional Christianity, the incarnation implies our participation in this fallen world’s healing.

For the time being, I’m ignoring the toys and socks strewn across my living room to sit on my couch and drink tea. 

Few things in life are as frustrating as a terrible job.

Reasons for our lack of lived-out unity are many. I offer four themes I’ve observed and questions to consider.

When describing God, the language of the Bible is not merely truthful but careful.

Love is a pretty big deal.

I’m trying to pray audacious prayers.

There is a world of difference between knowing that we should do something and actually doing it, isn’t there?