Bonnie is a wife, mother of three grown children and Grammie to five amazing boys. She has dubbed herself a Grace Herald who will always be a teenager at heart after working with the teen and college age groups in her church for more years than she wants to admit. She says that teaching those students gave her the incredible opportunity to both grow in her understanding of scripture and to share what she learned. Bonnie has considered herself a Christian her whole life, but she did not always know about grace, and once she discovered that Good News, telling others became her greatest passion.
I'm having one of those days. You know, the kind where you're filled with confusion, guilt and fear? If you don't know what I'm talking about, just stop reading now. Today I am doubting every decision I have ever made. I am doubting whether I understand myself much less anyone else.
I did not grow up in a church that had a rich understanding of grace. I was spoon fed a strict diet of law served on a bed of threats. I was told that I both could and should be perfect, because God provides all the help, through the Holy Spirit, that I need in order to do so. Therefore, if I do not reach that goal, it is only because I selfishly choose not to.
I am a time traveler now. It all started this past Christmas. My son gave my husband and me DNA kits, and the instructions suggested that, in preparation, you should begin building your family tree while awaiting the results. So, I did. Now, I am...I don't want to say obsessed, but...okay, let's just call it what it is...I'm obsessed.
At this time of year a lot of emphasis is placed on being good. Elves on Shelves everywhere are watching our behavior and snitching to Santa, who is making up his all important list of those who have been naughty and those who have been nice. The parable above, however, sets forth something so counter to that way of thinking that we all have a very difficult time wrapping our minds around it.
I have been very busy lately, trying to understand things. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have a deeper understanding of spiritual truth, but I have found that there is a pit on that path into which one can fall, and right now I feel like I’m sitting in that pit, too tired to climb back out.
I finally got around to watching The Last Jedi. I was caught up in the stirring story of the faltering band of rebels, on the verge of extinction, fighting valiantly for the good against overwhelming odds. My heart soared with the dramatic music when the warriors went into battle…
As I was reading Romans 7 today, I was reminded of a pivotal scene in one of my favorite movies, As Good As it Gets. The main character, Melvin Udall, played by Jack Nicholson, is beginning to experience the hope that things can be different for him. This feeling is new and provokes fear.
There is just something about the idea of not being ‘under Law’ that sets off all kinds of alarms in the minds of many Christians. One might be forced to concede to the idea because the words are biblical, but those words are often compulsively followed by a multitude of caveats.
Her name meant “Rebel” or “Rebellion”. In a culture where your name was thought to reveal your whole character, either in a prophetic sense or as it was known and manifested, it was an interesting choice. With a name like that, would you really have the option of proving it wrong?
A friend of mine recently expressed to me his rather unique thoughts on Narcissus. Narcissus, if you recall, saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was his own image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, he stared at it until he died.
God created Israel to be the vessel into which he would place both his Law and his Son. He gave them, first, his Law, which revealed what it was that God required. The Israelites believed that God had chosen them to demonstrate a life of obedience to his Law, but the truth, which they did not understand, was that they were specifically chosen by God to reveal to the world the reality that they could not obey.
I walk in the local mall for exercise several times a week. I purposely avoid weekends and hours when the mall is likely to be crowded because, while I am not a racewalker, I do like to keep up a steady pace as opposed to stopping, starting and inching and this is difficult to achieve even when there are few people around.
I recently began seeing a chiropractor for what turned out to be a compressed disc. He took routine x-rays to facilitate his diagnosis, and on the day he was to go over the results with me, I was placed in a conference room to wait for our consultation.
People have often tended, quite wrongly, to view me as saintly. I attribute that undeserved reputation to the fact I have always had a very strong sense of the kind of person I should be. I would describe my ideal persona as one who was conscientiously obedient and loving.
Last night was one of those nights when I had an unscheduled 3:00 a.m. Life Assessment session. You know, when you innocently roll over and snuggle down under the covers, fully expecting to drift gently back to sleep; then, out of the blue, you are pelted with concerns regarding your life...
Have you ever grown despondent from trying so hard to stop behaving in certain destructive ways, but always failing? Have you ever cried out in despair, “What is wrong with me?” Our fallen human condition has made all of us subject to passions beyond our control.
There are so many reasons why the Good News is such good news; but, for me, one near the top of the list is the relief of being able to tell the truth.