Monday was a difficult day to get through. Once I heard the news about the bombing at the Boston Marathon, everything else seemed trivial and unimportant. I remember turning off my computer and sitting at my desk and thinking and praying and just feeling sad. When the world shocks us like that, it’s difficult to keep going.
Ever heard someone use the phrase “God showed up?” Usually it’s uttered after a powerful worship service. After the singing and the preaching, someone says, “Wow. God was there. Did you feel that?” I know I’ve said it before. But it’s one of those sayings that isn’t accurate. The longer I follow Jesus I realize that He is with me and he’s not leaving. He’s not the type that comes late to a party or “shows up” when he feels like it. He abides.
Recently I read Stephen King’s autobiography On Writing and I’ve come to an important conclusion: When I grow up I want to be like Stephen King. I should clarify. It’s not because I want to write about demon clowns or other scary stuff that makes you fall asleep with the light on. I don’t want to do that. That’s not my thing. First off, I’ve never been to Maine, and secondly, the story It has forever ruined the circus for me. (Thanks for that, Mr. King.) What I do want, however, is his work ethic. King knows how to churn it out. Book after book. Year after year. For King, success is finishing one project and getting started on the next. He knows how to keep on running.
Last week I went to a seminar called Sharing the Gospel in the language of Neuroscience. It was one of those moments where your mind feels filled to capacity. I believe the technical term for this is “Full Brain.” I quickly realized it was going to take some time to process and empty the ol noggin. The seminar was led by a man named Curt Thompson. He’s a medical doctor and also the author of a book called The Anatomy of the Soul. It’s all really interesting stuff. Turns out, our minds have a lot to do with how we understand the gospel and even how we share it with others.