This weird thing has taken place in my life and I feel the time has come for me to confess this. I sort of feel like Usher circa 2003 “These are my confessions.” Okay, here it is: I read the same books as teenage girls. It feels good getting that off my chest. But I should explain. At the beginning of summer, I had a few students (and by students I mean high school girls) in my youth group who recommended I read a few books. So I took them up on the offer because…well…I am a good pastor.
I’m starting to learn that grace is a journey, not a destination. You don’t arrive at grace one day and say, “Finally, I’ve made it.” Nor do you attain grace by work and accomplishments as if enough time and effort provides you with grace. Grace is an ever-present dynamic that you never outgrown, have your quota filled, or find it unnecessary.
I had an emotional night last month and I’m finally ready to talk about. My favorite television show, The Office, aired its final episode. It was sad. It hurt. I may have even shed a tear when one of the main characters, Michael Scott, made a surprise appearance at the very end of the show. It’s just a television show, but it’s funny how connected you became to the characters. They were part of you in a way. It’s especially weird when you consider what has happened in your life between the time span of the first episode and where it is now. A lot has changed in nine years in my life and the world.
*This post is from a couple years ago. I thought it was time to add it to the new blog.
A while back I went surfing with my friend, Paul, and we saw something you never want to see as a surfer: a fin protruding out of the water. It was ominous, like a full moon creeping out from behind the cover of clouds. I had one of those “deer-in-the-headlights” kind of moments where you know you should move, but you just can’t. You start thinking of the movie Jaws and also the ridiculous amount of time you dedicated to watching Shark Week and your stomach turns. Thankfully, it wasn’t a shark, just a dolphin making his way through the warm currents.