So when people criticize all the gospel-centered this and grace-focused that coming out of the few Christian publishing houses committed to producing them, I get a little concerned. First, because gospel fatigue is a real thing, and it is spiritually dangerous. Second, because while I share a concern about The Gospel becoming just a fad, I think there are a lot worse fads (to be honest), and also, until the CBA charts are dominated by “gospely” books, I’m not gonna be overly concerned about it. But most importantly, I am happy for gospel books because gospel books change lives—they historically and remarkably awaken souls and influence the church for the good of the world and the glory of Christ.
Until recent weeks, the capital had been considered a safe haven in the war-torn country: the only place the government is in control, with three-quarters of the landlocked nation occupied by armed groups.
But Tuesday’s attack, in which a Catholic priest was among 16 killed at one church, has shattered this sense of tranquillity. It brought back memories of the earliest days of the conflict, when Séléka rebels entered the capital in March 2013, and the failed attempt by self-defense militias (known as Anti-Balaka) to oust the rebels from the capital in December 2013.
Kevin G. Harney:
The most recent rash of moral failures, accusations, and heartbreak over sin and human frailty is upon us. Ed Stetzer shared some very helpful reflections on this topic recently. Every time this topic hits the church (and world), I find myself examining my heart, dissecting my life, and crying out to God for all of those impacted.
After 40 years following Jesus and leading in the local church, I have a growing number of insights I hope are helpful for you.
I increasingly have these meetings. Church members notice and wonder and lament and need someone with whom to process. We are a church that is saying goodbye with much more frequency to some good brothers and sisters. It’s never easy. Especially when you see godly people in your life go. These goodbyes are the hardest. So we sit and lament together while we see some good friends and gospel partners go.
Some of us are better at goodbyes than others.
At the end of most days, I look back with disappointment. So much to do, so little time. Truthfully, it’s more like so much to do, so much wasted time. More days than not, I don’t feel productive at all. I feel like a waste, like a bad steward of God’s good gifts. I can never recover lost time, and I’m well aware of the price I’ve paid. It doesn’t stop me though. Tomorrow will be the same.
I wonder: have I made a god out of productivity?
Listening is not a compromising of truth. If it is Jesus could rightly be considered a compromiser. Attempting to gain a full understanding of how a person thinks, feels, responds, or what they believe is wise. Anything else is foolish. Rushing headlong where angels fear to tread is not necessarily “defending the faith.” You may rather be punching it in the face.
A favorite from the archives:
This is especially true when we consider our ongoing debates about sexuality. Do conservative or traditional views of marriage, gender and sexuality hinder human flourishing and happiness? Is it repressive to believe that marriage is meant to be between one man and one woman? Is the way to be freed from this feeling of guilt and shame we feel to be more open and expressive?