I have a colleague and friend who I often have deep theological discussions with. These discussions come at random times, but it always seems as though they come at the time when I need them the most.
Not to long ago, we had a discussion about salvation and what it means for us.
While I am going to butcher the quote, it went something along the lines of: "All too often, Christians think we are all about making bad people good, but really what Jesus came to do was to make dead people come alive."
Now, I don't know about you, but when he said that, it hit me; I have been looking at all of this all wrong.
If you joined us in service this past week either in person or online, you would have heard a sermon that challenged us to put everything into perspective. I won't go into all that this time, if you want to watch it, it's on Youtube. Often times I find that the message that I preach on Sunday mornings is really a message for me and I can only hope that there is at least one person out in the congregation who needs to hear the same thing that I do.
This week, I have been inundated with calls, emails, and even meetings to talk about what God put on my heart to say. While I am thankful for the affirmation, I think what this week has taught me is that when the Spirit speaks, people still listen. Which means a couple things.
(1. The Spirit IS real.
(2. The Spirit STILL speaks.
Which makes me think: If the Spirit is real and if the Spirit still speaks then that means that the Bible is true. Not that I have struggled with this personally, but I know many who do. And if we read the bible (and we believe everything we read), when we read Ephesians 2, we can see exactly what my friend and colleague said.
You were dead through the trespasses and sins in which you once lived, following the course of this world, following the ruler of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work among those who are disobedient. All of us once lived among them in the passions of our flesh, following the desires of the flesh and senses, and we were by nature children of wrath, like everyone else.
This whole thing is not about just becoming a better us, it's not just about living our "best life." This whole thing that we do, being connected to a church, being a part of the community of faith, is not just to fill a check-box on our passport to heaven, it is about celebrating the fact that I was dead in my sin, and Christ made me alive!
How's that for perspective?
Let us pray,
O God, you are good, and your steadfast love endures forever. We repent of our sin in believing that you came just to make us better and we turn to your truth that you have and will raise us from death to life. Help us to hold on to that hope of our salvation and the hope of our resurrection; that it is both a present and future hope.
Give us the ability to be a new creation, to have new life in you.
In Jesus Name We Pray,
You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled underfoot.
It is no secret that I really like bacon. In fact, since Miranda and I have been married, I have loved to get up on Saturday mornings, make some coffee and make breakfast. Naturally, bacon makes a frequent appearance on Saturday mornings.
A few years ago, we had a Pug named Emma, who would often get up with me on Saturday mornings and wait until the bacon was ready and she would get the "first fruits" of my labors. Bacon day was truly the best day for Emma and I.
Sadly, we lost Emma earlier this year, and bacon day just wasn't the same. But, the sizzle must go on.
I think what I love about bacon the most...well...beside everything...is the saltiness. While most people have a sweet tooth, I have a salt tooth. No, it's not the best for you, but neither is sweets. Everything in moderation. Mostly.
But there is something special about salt. It brings out the flavors of the food, it preserves food, and without it, food would just be bland. Have you ever tried cookies without salt? Esta No Bueno.
My brothers and sisters, Jesus calls us The Salt of the Earth. He tells his disciples, and those who were listening to his Sermon on the Mountain that we are the ones who bring flavor to the earth; that we are the ones who are called to bring out the best in the world. Ultimately, he tells the Church, DO NOT LOSE YOUR SALTINESS!
But unfortunately, I believe the Church in America has become less salty and more bland like the rest of the world...and instead of bringing out the best in those around us, we fit right in.
Over and over again, God tells the people of Israel that He has set them apart, he made them HOLY. Not better than, but different. He did this to show the world his grace and mercy. And What's better than that, he sent us Jesus, the perfect example and sacrifice.
He didn't do all of that just for us to be like everyone else. He did that to show the world what it truly means to be the Salt of the Earth kind of people.
So...how about we get to work? How about we stop being like the rest of the world and actually believe that we have the power of God's Holy Spirit living within us; the same power the raised Jesus from the dead lives, and it lives in us!
I think it's time to get Salty.
What do you think?
Let us Pray,
God of us all,
Help us to reclaim the power that you want to give us. Help us to become, once again, the salt of the earth, bringing out the best in everyone we come into contact with. Help us to be that light shining upon a hill so that others may know that you are a Good, Good Father, and that you came to save us!
In Jesus name we pray.
Depending on where you find yourself on the political spectrum you either had a great night, or a not so great night last night. And while I have my opinions, and my political leanings, I refer you to last week's blog where it doesn't really matter where I stand, because Jesus is the king to the throne of my heart no matter who is in the White House.
Today, however, I want to focus on something that brings me hope, joy, and peace. James 1: 17
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.
I am reminded today that God has so many good gifts to give us. Not only that, but he is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and there is nothing that can separate us from the love of our Father in Heaven.
So...where do we go from here? On a national level, I have no idea. But as a church? Well, that's much more clear. We need to be the Church. We need to take care of each other. We need to watch out for each other. We need to continue our mission of making disciples of Jesus Christ for the transformation of the world.
This church, this place, these people we call our church family, we should all be each other's priority.
I am reminded of the Acts Church:
They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and have everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And THE LORD added to their number daily those who were being saved.
Church, this is who we need to be. We need to be together. We need to have Jesus (who is EVERYTHING) in common. We need to meet together, break bread together. We need to be devoted to the teachings of Jesus, to fellowship, and to prayer. This is what it means to be the church.
It is my hope that we haven't lost our way; that we have become something we weren't meant to be. It is my hope that we can repent from our desires to be all about me and we can turn to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.
It's time for us to be the Church.
Let us pray,
God, forgive us for our sins. Forgive us for not humbling ourselves, for not praying, for not seeking you first, and for not doing what you have called us to do. Help us to see that EVERYTHING GOOD comes from you, and to recognize that you are the same God yesterday, today, and forever.
Forgive us we pray!
In the name of Jesus!
"Everything is meaningless."
Well...there's that. That's a great way to start off a pastoral blog, isn't it?
The book of Ecclesiastes is not something we talk about much. Honestly, the only time I've spent much time in it is to prepare for a funeral, specifically Chapter 3. You've heard it before. Either in a service or in The Byrds song from the 1950's. "To everything, turn, turn, turn..."
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." ~Ecclesiastes 3:1
But the way The Teacher starts his meandering, meditative journal is this:
"MEANINGLESS! MEANINGLESS!" says the Teacher. "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless." ~Ecclesiastes 1:2
Makes you want to read on, doesn't it?
Have you ever felt this way? That everything is pointless? Meaningless? That no matter what you do, you can't get ahead? That no matter how much you argue until you're blue in the face, you won't change the mind of your friend on who they should be voting for? That when someone posts something on Facebook that commenting on the thread will only bring you more frustration and heartache?
Yeah...that's me today.
It doesn't matter who I voted for (after all, I was always told to "vote early and vote often"), but there are people who I trust, people who I look up to and I just don't understand how they see things so differently from me. If I'm being honest with myself, it actually makes me think, "what if I'm wrong?"
Does that happen to anyone else? I mean...I'm willing to be wrong, but what do I believe what I do? Why do you believe what you do?
And then it dawns on me...maybe we're all wrong.
I want to share something with you from my Wesley Study Bible.
"Sometimes we live for the wrong reasons and pursue the wrong things. We try to get all we can and can fade when God is kept on the outskirts of our lives. Without God, things have no meaning and cannot fill the void in our lives. When we give up our pursuits of happiness and seek the kingdom, we discover the full meaning of life. Giving up what we want and giving in to what God wants leads us to a fulfilling, meaningful, and purposeful life."
Everything is meaningless...WITHOUT GOD.
There have been so many times when I have come to a point where the anxiety is just so strong. When I think about our country and the unrest; the uneasiness. It seems like the closer we get to November 3, the worse it gets. Then I think, all that junk...what's the point of being anxious about it?
Do I have control over it? Do I have the ability to change it?
But I do have the ability to focus on God and seek him in all that I do. I do have the ability to preach the gospel and train people how to make disciples of Jesus Christ for the transformation of the world.
See how meaningless it all is?
This idea of "everything" being meaningless isn't really a bad or depressing thing. It is a reminder that: "[We] do not belong to this world, just as [He] does not belong to this world."
Today, let us focus solely on God. Let us make this life meaningful by putting God on the throne of our hearts.
Let us Pray,
O God, you Good and your steadfast love endures forever. Help us to be people who focus entirely on you; for without you, everything is meaningless. Give us the strength to get through these next couple weeks that are filled with anxiety and stress. Be with our president and vice president; be with our senators and representatives at all levels of government. We also pray for Presidential Candidate, Joe Biden and his running mate Kamala Harris. We ask, Father, for your will to be done, that all of our public servants be protected Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Help us to remember that you are the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
In the name of Jesus, by the power of the Holy Spirit, to the Glory of God the Father we pray.
There was a commercial back in my childhood that every once in a while comes back up for a brand of peanut butter called Jif. The catch phrase went like this:
"Choosy moms choose Jif."
Perhaps you remember it too.
Well, my mom never chose Jif. We always had the Peter Pan brand.
Honestly, I don't think I really cared what brand we got because I just love peanut butter. One of my favorite snacks growing up was to cut an apple into slices, put a dollup of peanut butter on a plate and dip the apples in it. In fact, now that I have written about it, I may have that snack this afternoon.
Anyway...my stomach took over...sorry.
Choices. Every single day we are faced with choices. From the very beginning of creation, we have been given a very specific choice. When Adam and Eve were placed in the Garden of Eden, the choice they had was the most consequential choice ever made...and no, it wasn't to eat the fruit or not.
The choice they were given was to be in relationship with God, or not. Would they be faithful to God, or would they go their own way.
Another choice that was made in the Scriptures was for Abraham. In fact, Abraham had a lot of choices. He could do as God told him to go from the Land of Ur (his home, the place he had known all 70 years of his life at this point) and "go to the place that God will show him," or he could just chalk up hearing the voice of God to a bad peace of Bar-B-Que'd lamb he had just eaten.
Yet another choice for Abraham was to some how get out of the house without his wife Sarah noticing, take his son with two of their slaves and a donkey to mount Moriah to sacrifice Isaac, or to roll over and go back to bed.
In our scripture for this week, Joshua called together all the people of Israel at the Tree at Shechem and put the question to them, "On this day, who will you call God?"
The reality is, while there are many things in this life we can choose: Where we eat lunch, where we go to school, and yes...even who we elect for president, those are just minor choices. And yes...I mean that.
The only choice that matters is "whom will you serve?"
Who will you put on the throne of your life? Who will you call Lord?
My friends, I honestly don't know how many people have been reading this blog over the last few weeks, but I do know I enjoy writing them. It is my hope that once a week I can give you a little "pick-me-up" through the middle of the week. Today, if you read nothing else from me, or hear none of my sermons, or go to none of my bible studies, I hope you hear that the best decision I have ever made was to say yes to Jesus.
One of the things I say every Sunday, and I believe it's important to say is: "If there is anyone in here who, for the first time, wants to know what it means to follow Jesus, please do not leave this room without talking to me first, because there is no more important conversation I could have with someone."
I say that because it's true. There really is nothing more important than for you to say yes to Jesus.
So, on this day, you need to answer the question, Who will you choose?
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Do you remember the old saying, "Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it?" Yeah...sometimes prayer is like that.
The beautiful thing about prayer is that when we communicate with God, he hears us. Sometimes the answer is not yet, sometimes is straight-out no, and other times, he says yes. But God always hears.
We read this passage last week in our Sunday Services, but I thought it worth repeating. In Matthew 6, Jesus is wrapping up what we call "The Sermon on the Mount." It is a lengthy sermon where Jesus goes through a bunch of mini lessons on how to live in the world, but not be of the world. Then he gets to the part about prayer, and we read these words:
When you are praying, do not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do; for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father know what you need before you ask him.
One of the sayings I have picked up over the last few years of ministry, started as a way to transition from my pastoral prayer into the Lords prayer. While I admit, it kind of became a filler to move to the Lord's prayer, over time, it has picked up meaning for me.
It goes like this:
"God, we thank you for your son Jesus, who you sent so long ago to walk with us, talk with us, and teach us many things. One of the things you taught us was how to pray, so that when worlds failed us, and we didn't know what to say any more, we would have words that speak directly to your heart."
If you've been a part of any of the churches I have been appointed to, you have heard me say these words. In fact, I even work it into our understanding of prayer for our Confirmation Students. But I say them, not to be just a filler, but to remind us that when we do pray, sometimes, words fail us. Sometimes, we don't know what to say, and so maybe we just stop praying...or maybe we just babble (which is often my problem).
So, when we pray, it helps to remember that while we pray for specific things, when we pray the Lord's Prayer we are praying first of all about the Holiness of God. We pray about his kingdom and will; we pray about receiving that which we need to survive on a daily basis (bread), and we ask for forgiveness. For lack of a better phrase, we're covering all the bases...not just for the sake of covering the bases, but because these are the things we need.
We need God's holiness, we need to recognize that we are not of this world, that God is sitting on the throne, that we need sustenance, both for our bodies and our souls, and that we need his grace, mercy, and forgiveness.
SO...with that, let us pray.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy Will Be done, on earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the Kingdom, and the power, and the Glory
After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves.
. SomeEvery year around this time, I take a week long retreat in Estes Park, Colorado. In fact, as I am writing this, I am sitting in the living room of the cabin where I and 29 other men from around the country are staying. Every day we spend time reading, playing disc golf, and hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park. But the most important part is the worship. In the evening after dinner, we spend time in the living room (all 30 of us) singing, praying, hearing the word proclaimed, repenting of our sins, and being forgiven and set free from any shackle that holds us down.
The first time I came to this was in 2015, and I have been every year since. I have made a commitment to come to this every year primarily because it is a time where I can refresh, rejuvenate, and rest in the Lord so that I can be a better Husband, Father, and Pastor.
Every year, being that it's in the mountains, it is both figuratively and literally a mountain top experience; much like Jesus big three disciples had when they witnessed the transfiguration.
But what I love about that story is less about the transfiguration itself (although it is super important) and more about how the disciples react.
They want to stay there. They want to build three shelters to commemorate the moment. But Jesus has other plans. He says, no...it's time to go back into the real world.
I love my job...I really do. I love preaching and teaching, I love building relationships, and there is even a part of me (albeit one that concerns me) that enjoys the administration of the life of the church. But it can sometimes be draining. It is so important for my spiritual well-being to get away for a few days, decompress, and to spend time with other like-minded pastors and friends to know that I am not alone.
The world doesn't understand Sabbath. But the reason Sabbath exists is so that we can be the best at what we are called to do. We come to these "mountain top" experiences, not so that we can stay here, but so that we can come home.
My hope for you is that you find your mountain top experience so that you can be the best in your calling. Something different from a day off, or different even from a vacation...but something fulfilling to your soul.
Let us Pray...
God of the Sabbath, we thank you for giving us the ability to rest in you. We thank you for those mountain top experiences that give us a glimpse of what we are fighting for; who we are pursuing. Help us to take a moment to stop to focus solely on our relationship with you. Help us then to come back to the real world and share what we've learned with you!
In Jesus name, Amen.
One of my favorite stories of all time is "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe" by C.S. Lewis. First of all, it's C.S. Lewis, and second it's just a great story about humanity; creation, brokenness, sacrifice, salvation, and just an all around great show of the battle between good and evil.
One of my favorite lines in the movie comes pretty early on when Susan, one of the main characters, if having a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver about Aslan, who is the Christ-figure in the story.
Mr. Beaver says, "Aslan is a lion, THE lion, the great Lion."
"Ooh," said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver..."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't save. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."
Over the last 8 months, we have been worried about "safe." Are we safe from the Corona Virus? Are our jobs safe? Our livelihoods? Our kids as the return to school? Safe is a word that we often equate with the word Good.
If I am safe, then all is well, because it's not bad.
But think about this for a second; does "Good" always mean "safe?"
Have you ever thought about what Jesus might have looked like? Do you have a picture in your mind about Jesus? I think for so long, in my mind, his robe always seemed to be nicely pressed, and he had a colorful sash that draped over his shoulder. He has fair skin, and blue eyes, and his hair and beard were neatly trimmed.
Where on God's green earth did that imagery come from?
If you want my honest opinion, it's because that is the "safe" Jesus. That's the Jesus who looks kingly. That's the Jesus who speaks in a mild and meek manner, never gets frustrated, and always as something beautiful to say in the right moments.
But that is not the real Jesus. That is the Jesus made in our image.
There are many times in Scripture where Jesus bucks this "traditional" imagery of Jesus. You know what I mean...you've all seen the picture hanging somewhere in your churches.
Do you think that version of Jesus would use the phrase, "YOU BROOD OF VIPERS! YOU SNAKES!" No...I didn't think so.
In John 2: 13-22, we read the story about where Jesus cleanses the temple.
The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep, and doves, and the money changers seated at their tables. Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle. He also poured out the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. He told those who were selling the doves, "Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father's house a marketplace!"
Wow, Jesus. Get yourself together.
...am I right?
No. I am not.
For anyone who reads this blog post, I want you to seriously take note of what is going on in the world. Take note of what is going on in our churches. For so long, our churches have forgotten that we have been given access to a terrifying and wonderful power. We have been given God's Holy Spirit, and for those of us who receive it, we have often squandered it out of fear of being labeled "unsafe."
Just because something is "unsafe," that doesn't mean it isn't "good."
It is time for our churches to reclaim the Spirit that was once given to us. It is time for us to return back to being a church who not only hope and rely on miracles, but expects them. It is time for us as a church to stop being afraid of the unsafe, and put our full trust in God; not just for our salvation, but for our protection and provision.
Let us Pray
We give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever! We shout, "his steadfast love endures forever!"
God of us all, help us to reclaim the power that you desire to give us. Help us to be the church in the midst of the chaos of this world, to remember that you may not be "safe," but that you surely are "good!" Forgive us in our weakness, help us to return to our position of strength, not for our glory, but for yours and yours alone. Help us to witness to your power in this world.
In Jesus' STRONG name we pray!
This morning as I was preparing breakfast, I turned on the news, which is a normal occurrence for me. I guess you can say, while I'm making food, I like the background noise. But as I was watching, coverage began for the Funeral Service for the late Supreme Court Justice, Ruth Bader-Ginsberg.
While we were watching, a couple of things struck me. I made a comment to Miranda that no matter where you stand politically, when you see a flag-draped coffin, it makes you pause. You begin to think about what that flag means; what it represents, and how much a symbol it has become. You think about the men and women who have given their lives in service of that flag. You think about the the beauty of it and, to some, the controversy. But at the end of the day, it is something that belongs to all of us who call ourselves "American."
While the honor and symbolism is palpable in an event like the funeral service of a Supreme Court Justice, and while I could feel my patriotism flowing through me, this was not what struck me the hardest.
Most know that Justice Ginsberg was Jewish. Her faith was important to her, as it is to us. So naturally, her service was begun by a Jewish Rabbi. When she began the service, she alternated speaking in Hebrew and speaking in English as she read the traditional Jewish prayers and scriptures. But there was one moment when I was overwhelmed with emotion. When the Rabbi recited the 23rd Psalm in Hebrew, I felt like I was hit with a ton of bricks.
The words spoken in Hebrew flow with a hauntingly beautiful cadence. Every single word, dripping with a deep and rich tradition. It was almost too much to bear. The weight of the passage was suffocating. Then I thought about what it all means.
This "Song of David" is one that we often hear at funerals, even in the Christian Faith. It is one that speaks hope in the midst of hopelessness, peace in the midst of fear, joy in the midst of sadness, and even life in the midst of death. It is a perfect understanding of the Grace of God; that even in the midst of "my enemies" God comforts and protects, and that even beginning in this life, we can "dwell in the House of the Lord forever."
It is no secret that our country is torn in two. It seems like every single day we hear a little bit more of the velcro that holds the two sides together ripping apart. The longer this all goes on, the more I realize how much our politics is just another symbol of all that is wrong in this world. Hypocrisy, lies, attacks, and media spin, it also is too much to bear.
What a better scripture than the 23rd Psalm to remind us who is on the throne. Who it is that takes us to peaceful places, who takes us to a place where we can drink the living water safely; who it is that restores everything, even our souls, and shows us the proper way to walk. Who it is that allows us to fear nothing in this life; who beats off the wolves, and who provides protection. It reminds us that we are all his children, that our "enemies" are also loved by him, and that it is Him, and Him alone who provides for all our needs.
May you be blessed today by the words of the Psalmist, David. May they bring you peace and comfort.
Let us Pray,
God of us all, you are ever more ready to hear than we are to pray. You know our needs before we ask, and our ignorance in asking. Give to us now your grace, that as we shrink before the mysteries in this life, that we may see the light of eternity. Help us to live as those who are prepared to die. And when our days here are accomplished, enable us to die as those who go forth to live, so that living or dying, our life may be in you."
One of my favorite stories in Scripture (and let's face it, they are all my favorite stories), starts like this: "There was a man who had two sons..."
Perhaps you have heard this story before? It's about a man...well...who had two sons, and one of them decided that he didn't want to live at home any more. Honestly though, when you think about it, isn't that the way its supposed to be? After all, we read scripture that says: "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh."
It seems as though we were meant to take off and fly on our own...to leave the nest. But that's not really what happened in this story. Not only did the boy want to leave his family, he told his father, "Give me my share of the estate."
In other words...I want my inheritance now...even though you're not dead yet, dad.
So, the boy went off on his own, and did life his own way. He partied, spent time with women, drank, and spend all of his money. He squandered it.
Did you know that the word "prodigal" actually means wasteful?
Growing up, I always thought that it meant the "returning" son. But when I got to seminary, and I actually looked up the definition for myself, I was floored. Jesus, telling this story, wanted people to focus on the fact that the son was wasteful. He took everything his father had given him and he had wasted it...he spent it on extravagant living, and then when his choices finally caught up with him, he found himself eating pig slop. mmmmmm....
My favorite line in this story comes next: "When he came to his senses..."
This is a moment of realization. A moment where the boy has a "come to Jesus" moment, and he says, what the junk am I doing here? This is not how life is supposed to be. I thought life would be better than this.
Be honest with yourself...have you ever had to come to your senses? Have you ever had a "Come to Jesus" moment? I know I have...a few times.
But the best part of the story is that the boy decided it was time to go home.
Growing up in South Texas, specifically in Corpus Christi, Homecoming was an important event, and living in Llano, I am beginning to see that it is an important event here too. Mums and garters, tuxedos and boutonniere's, beautiful evening gowns...oh...and football! Can't forget that one!
It really is a big party. Traditionally reunions happen, people get together and celebrate accomplishments and really just enjoy each other's company. It is really just a big party to celebrate being alive and being home.
And when the boy gets home, that's exactly what happens. The fattened calf is slaughtered, the great wine is brought out, the feast is on. No more pig slop for the boy.
As long as we have breath in our lungs, my brothers and sisters, it is never too late to come home. It is never too late to come to our senses; to have come to Jesus moment. After all, that is what Jesus wants: for us to come to him.
Let us pray;
Father, we realize there are things we have done that make it seem like you are dead to us; that we do not fully believe in the power of the Holy Spirit living within us. We know that we have failed you in our love and we have tried to do it our own way.
Help us, Lord, to "come to our senses" and to make the decision to return to you. We know that you love us, and you are ready to welcome us home.
In Jesus Name,