All posts tagged: love does

Not Just a Good Idea. The Golden Rule is THE Idea.

You can’t teach calculus to a chimpanzee.  So just share your banana. – Jon Racheal I’ve never quite heard the Golden Rule expressed this way but it does have a certain je ne sais quoi that makes it very memorable.  However I think we better exemplify this one: Whoever has the gold makes the rule. – Johnny Hart As we go through life we go through stages. In infancy we are grateful for everything given to us. It’s literally the first time we saw colors, tasted food, heard sounds. And by virtue of novelty we are thankful for those things. As we get older though we start to feel like we are owed those experiences and things. And whatever or whomever gets in our way of gets our wrath. I think the Brothers Grimm told this very well in the story “The Old Man and His Grandson.” The story goes there once was an old man who lived with his son’s family. As he got older, his eyesight got worse and his own hands started …

What a Difference Love Can Make

First Church was a stately, old church located in downtown Central City. She had a rich heritage along with the other churches clustered around Church Circle. And she, along with the other downtown churches, had her share of people who were always dropping by because they needed something. The “regulars” came by just like clockwork. Louie was always drunk; I mean eyes-matted-together-slobbering drunk. His still being alive was a miracle in itself. Hank was one of the most colorful people to come through our doors. I looked forward to passing by him on the sidewalk because he always cussed me out—to music. He cussed everybody out to music. He had one of those contraptions around his neck that would hold a harmonica, and he walked up and down the streets playing the harmonica and his guitar—until he saw you. The harmonica would come out of his mouth and out would come some of the most vile language you ever heard—all set to music. He could shred. Hank had come from Nashville. He had begun to …

I Have a Confession to Make: Teenagers Scare Me

Teenagers scare me. It’s silly but true. As a preschool pastor and mom to young children, I’ve lived in this preschool/elementary phase for so long  I feel awkward and culturally irrelevant when it comes to engaging with anyone between the ages of 13 and 19. Now, I do remember what it was like to be a teenager and I do understand in a few short years (3 to be exact), I will be raising an adolescent of my own. But… this doesn’t make me anymore confident. Honestly, it wasn’t until earlier this year I began giving much thought to this idea. That’s when I made the connection between my ministry and my feelings. Many of you already know our church is experiencing an amazing period of growth. This is no less true for our preschool ministry. Over the past six months we have averaged nearly 150 preschoolers on a weekly basis! On any given Sunday, there are between 40 to 60 leaders serving in the Treehouse and nearly half of those are student volunteers! That’s …