If I ever write my own version of the Bible, "Jesus sighed" will be its own standalone verse, just like "Jesus wept." Seriously, people should quote it more.
The truth is, the Church has a long history of excluding undesirables, sometimes altogether, sometimes from leadership, and sometimes relegating them to second class status. People whose skin color is the wrong shade. People who are the wrong gender. People who love wrong. We are not nearly as evolved from these first century Jews as we'd like to think.
I love stories. Stories shape our lives. The stories we tell about ourselves define who we are. Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw met your mother? We were outside Dr. Munger's music theory class, first class of freshman year at West Chester. We were all so nervous and excited. Or -- well, at least I was nervous. But your mother seemed so confident. She was chatting up everybody and anybody -- you know how she does -- while we waited for Dr. Munger to get there, like this was nothing, like she belonged there. And I just fell in love with her on the spot. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was cute as a button...
This whole healing people thing? It was actually kind of a distraction to his main mission. It brought sick people out of the woodwork, not to hear about a Kingdom, but just for the chance to be touched by him and escape the pain and drudgery of their everyday lives. And these hurting people? They interrupted his sermons all the time. One guy even busted in through the roof of the house Jesus was preaching at. It was really bad, you guys! Who could possible preach under those kind of conditions?
Can you keep a secret? There came a point, a couple years ago, when I came to hate reading the Bible. So, for all intents and purposes, I stopped. We were doing a Disciple Bible Study at our local United Methodist Church, and the further we got into it, the angrier I got at the … Continue reading How I learned to stop worrying and love the Bible