This is some stuff I found helpful, challenging, interesting, or amusing today that I think may enrich your day as well...
This will be the best thing you’ve read all week, even if you know absolutely nothing about Eugene Peterson. I read this yesterday afternoon after hearing a challenging message on Sunday morning about reaching across the racial and ethnic divisions we all recognize. I’m learning that empathy is the thing that we seem to be missing in so many of our conversations, and that empathy never begins with the other person. It always begins with me…
That Time I Said “Yes” When I Really Meant “No”: One Last Thought on Eugene Peterson’s Interview –Rebecca Reynolds
As I look across the landscape of evangelicalism, I see the sorts of leaders who bloviate and blast, and I used to be intimidated by them. But over the years, I’ve seen enough sex scandals emerge from this camp, I’m no longer awed by their proud self-righteousness.
I’m now drawn to gentle teachers who speak about sin with a tender understanding of how human pain works. While these tender men still hold to orthodox truth, they engage with humility and deep concern because they’ve taken time to weep with those who weep.
Some very helpful “dos” and “don’ts” for worship leaders when it seems your congregation isn’t singing. His first “do” is one I believe is often overlooked…
To Sing Again – a constructive approach –Aaron Hoskins
Why aren’t they singing?
…We could get lost in conversations that could quickly turn into a criticism of the modern worship movement about singing and participation. Instead of criticizing the church. I choose to build her up. This is not an exhaustive list but I hope it helps you to think differently how to lead your people.
I have often wondered this same thing…
Dear Feminists, Where Are You? –Melissa Edgington
Our girls need to see you unfurl your fury on an industry that tells them they exist only to please men. That their pleasure is secondary to their willingness to do anything that is asked of them in the bedroom. That their worth is measured in naked photographs. That their minds and their souls are of little importance because they have vaginas and breasts, and those are the only things that really matter. Where are you, my kindred?
You and I disagree on some issues. We march in opposite directions in our various battles. But, here, on this hallowed earth, this war for the hearts and souls of our children, this is our common ground. We are all mamas, sisters, aunts, grandmas. We are all casualties of this war, whether we know it or not, and we are now watching our own sons and daughters fall into its devastating grip. Where are you, courageous ones? Our boys and girls need you to turn and fight and rail and rage and squall.
The Closest-Ever Shot of the Great Red Spot –Marina Koren
Two days ago, Juno, a pinwheel-shaped spacecraft, zoomed over Jupiter, coming within just 5,600 miles of its best-known feature, the Great Red Spot. The spacecraft’s camera stared at the oval-shaped storm as it soared above, capturing a few images of its orangey-red coils. The photo shoot lasted nine minutes. Juno travels at tens of thousands of miles per hour, and it doesn’t slow down. The spacecraft’s orbit flung it beyond Jupiter, toward Callisto, one of its moons, and away from the worst of the planet’s radiation.
Nine minutes, and humanity managed to capture the closest-ever photograph of a storm on another world, one that’s bigger than the entire Earth and has been churning for decades.