A theological misfit landing in the area of Lutheranism, Dominick has come to deeply appreciate the truth of scripture as defined by the distinction between Law and Gospel. He has found freedom in knowing that Christ is his substitute on even his worst days. He has been for the course of his church life everything from chair-stacker to men's ministry leader. He is blessed with a wonderful wife and two great young men, which he can say without a doubt, he doesn't deserve. He counts among his favorite things: Star Trek, classic superhero comics, movies, Yankees and yes, he admits to it, the Knicks. He enjoys a good conversation and good food. Finally, he is grateful for the opportunity to share the message of God's Grace among all these great teachers, pastors and theologians and hopes he doesn't mess up big time. But then again, that's what grace is for, right?
I wish I was better at seeing the bigger picture. Or maybe, I wish I was simply better at seeing the larger scope of its beauty. My wife took a trip with her sister to San Francisco, and while there, she had the opportunity to visit Muir Woods.
Besides being an incredibly bad segue, in a terribly flawed article, I tend to see myself in other people in the same way this young boy sees the dead. It sometimes feels as if these other selves haunt me like shadows lurking around me, and no matter what I do, I can’t make them go away.
I'm a New Yorker. More specifically, I am from the very forgotten borough of Staten Island. It's a small place, and growing up here my whole life means that there aren't too many places that I haven't explored.
I have to admit, there are times that I'm still completely susceptible to self-serving salvation projects. Even in my writing, I look for good responses from people, and find some worth for myself in them.
Some days, people need a touch. Not just any touch, but something that says, "I care about you, and I love you." We don't need a 15 second hug because some statistics shows it releases endorphins and makes you feel better.
I don't remember the first time I heard the gospel, but I do remember the first time I began to understand it. It wasn't during a revival meeting, a church function, in an accountability group, or anything like that. It was at home, and I was dealing with exposed sin in my life.
Do we only want to be around people who want to be around us? We certainly like people who agree with us, and we love people who buy the same books, or saw the same movies as us. We want to be around people who are like ourselves. It's just more comfortable.
Whatever level of sin you're rummaging around in, forgiveness and grace is yours. I really could stop right there, and most Christians would get the point, but as I've said before this topic hits home for me, and its important for me to be reminded that whatever I've done, if Christ is my hope...
Sometimes, I wish I was much older. Old enough to realize that my best, most influential, and productive days are behind me so that I could speak completely and openly about my life, my triumphs, and most of all, my struggles.
Almost every day during the warmer months, I take a stroll on the boardwalk near my home. Sometimes, I'm up early enough to see the sun burst forth from the horizon, and some days I get out at just the right time to catch it dropping from view.