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Way, Truth, Life

It has become less and less P.C. to speak about anything in absolutes. Good thing I follow a man who was absolutely not politically correct. Jesus would be the first to tell you that he's not here to tell people what they want to hear -- only what they need to hear.

What do people want to hear? What's the latest PC move when it comes to religious and spiritual matters? You know the answer. If you listen to anyone who is not actually a part of any one religion (aka "spiritual but not religious") speak on religious matters they will tell you. All paths lead to God. Buddhism, Islam, Hindu, Shinto, Judaism, Christianity, etc., are all different paths to the same god-reality.

The problem? I can think of only one religion that would support that claim. It's called Ba'hai. You've probably never heard of it.

Other than that, I've never heard a leader or fast follower of any other religion proclaim that all religions are equal. Show me a Muslim Imam who says C…

Place Prepared

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Once again, human calculations and predictions about the end of the world, the return of Christ, the parousia if you want to sound fancy, have amounted to nothing more than hype and media coverage.

And this Sunday I'm preaching on John 14. How fitting.

Jesus has just dropped a bombshell on the dinner conversation. He's going to die. He's going to leave them and they can't come yet. What's more, Peter, the confession-giving, water-walking, sword-slinging disciple was just told that he will deny the very Christ he proclaims to defend. If Peter's faith will fail, what chance do the others have?

But Jesus reassures them. "Don't let your hearts be troubled; don't fret; don't worry; don't let all this confusion and doubt stand in your way. You believe in God, right? Then believe in me, too. My Father's house has many room, plenty of dwelling places, and I'm going to prepare a place for you. Yes, you. So if I go and prepare a place for you…

My Life in Boxes

Well, we survived the move.

Mostly.

We're making good headway at getting settled into our new house and getting familiar with a new city. Moving is always one of those strange times in life. There's the sadness of leaving a familiar place yet the excitement of discovering someplace new. It's leaving one part of your life behind and beginning the next part. It's an end and a beginning all in one.

And then there are the boxes.

My entire life - my clothes, my cookware, my books & dvds, my photographs & memories - all boxed up and loaded into a 22 foot truck.

It's inevitable. Try as I might to pack boxes of similar items from the same room in order to make unpacking that much easier, by the end we were just throwing all sorts of randomness into the next freshly taped box. Kitchen, bath, living room, and master bedroom paraphernalia all sharing a moving box together which gets marked "garage."

We all have boxes in our lives. Psychologists call them sch…