Intolerant

I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior and as Lord of my life.

I believe that faith and trust in Him is the only way to my salvation, that I can do nothing to earn or merit it myself.
I believe that God so loved the world that He sent His only Son to die for us.
I believe that God loves the whole world but that sinners grieve Him deeply.


I believe we should hate the sin but love the sinner.
I believe God grieves all those who do not turn to His Son in faith as Savior.
I believe that I am a sinner and no better than anyone else, but that Jesus redeemed me by His death on the Cross.
I believe we should be in this world, but not of this world.
I believe I should model Christ's behavior every day, even knowing I will always fall woefully short of the goal.



I believe we should love on people, even when they less than like us.
For all of this, many would call me intolerant. I pray that I am not, nor will ever be. That is the road I seek to travel.

I have to ask, who is intolerant?

Making Tracks to Breakfast

As I look at the upcoming week, I have 3 breakfast meetings. Here I am, in part-time retirement/in part-time study/in part-time volunteer ministry, acting like I was still a business executive. Seems strange that I am getting back into the habit of a career, one that combines my meager ability to advise and consult with my monstrous ability to consume food. The other two days of the week are no can do meeting wise since I have a 7:45am class at seminary to get to. Believe me, that still seems strange as well. Not all that many 50+ seminary freshman running around the place.

I guess what I am learning is that unlearning is not all that easy. After a period of really slowing things down in my life in late 2007/early 2008, things are ramping up again in 2009. And that's OK.

Because I am doing stuff I want to do, meeting with people I want to meet with, discussing things I want to talk about.

And because it is about serving in His kingdom that I am seeking out and striving for.

And because I want to.

And that feels so right.

But now a brief confession. I really do not eat like the top picture. I eat much more like this one down here.

Can you blame me?