Is Jesus Arrogant?

Is Jesus Arrogant?

 

“I am the way, and the truth and the life, No one comes to the Father except through me” (Jesus)

Jesus sounds narrow minded and arrogant. He suggests that we locate God through no other way but His. This kind of exclusive claim disgusts many of us. We are wore out with the mean dismissal of human beings on the basis of our believing differently from one another. No wonder we feel this way. So many have claimed that they alone possess what is true, that a great deal of harm and hurt has resulted over the years. And yet, despite this terrible harm that arrogance in the name of God has caused us human beings, it startles us, doesn’t it, to admit how important it is on some occasions to give thanks for what is exclusive?  (more…)

What Should Ministry Leaders Share with Their Spouses? Guidelines for Venting

What Should Ministry Leaders Share with Their Spouses? Guidelines for Venting

A husband and wife may go years and never step foot into each other’s workplace, except for a holiday party or summer picnic. But the spouse of a pastor not only goes to her mate’s place of work once or more times each week, a spouse is also expected to build her intimate friendships and Christian community from among those who regularly have opinions and offer evaluations of her husband’s job performance.

How can husbands and wives in vocational ministry discover a process of venting their experiences without gossiping or slandering or damaging one another by giving too much or too little information? (more…)

Overcoming the Memory of my Worst Moments: A Prayer

O Lord, you say that you keep memory of all my tossing and wanderings; that you collect my tears as if in a bottle so that none are lost to your remembrance. (Ps. 56:8) I feel sometimes like I have that bottle in my nervous anxious hands and drop the bottle shattering my tears and the memories of me into the floor, dripping into wood crevices and lost forever. And yet that isn’t true is it? I don’t hold the memory of me in my hands do I? You are the one who holds the bottle. You keep the memory of me in your hands. I forget that a lot. It seems like I’m always trying to maintain the memory of me in this world. I’m sorry. I guess, I doubt that you’d really want to hold on to my life like that. I keep expecting you to get fed up and throw the bottle into the wall or something. But you aren’t like that. (more…)