A thought

It is amazing how fast a day can come and go. Before you know it, the days become a week, then a month, and then a year. Tonight I am not thinking about this day and it's highs and lows. Instead I am thinking about each moment, for it is moments that make each day. So I am taking this moment to think and give thanks. Perhaps reading this will inspire you to take a moment too.

A Prayer for Interpution

O God,

who interrupted the darkness of timelessness with the words, "Let there be light,"

interput the darkness of our lives with your perfect light.

You who interrupted the silence of the space and time with the sounds of creation

interupt the silence of our lives with your new creation.

You who interrupted the course of human history with the mystery of incarnation

interupt our story with your incarnate presence.

You who interrupted the evil's destructive campaign by the power of atonement

interput the victory of evil in our life with the power of forgiveness.

You who will interrupt life with the new creation,

interupt our lives with the new heaven and new earth.

Amen. 

Kmart and the Church

Kmart and I have an unhealthy relationship.  We have the kind of dysfunctional relationship that makes interesting afternoon television on programs like Judge Judy and Dr. Phil.  There was a time when Kmart was good to me.  That time is a distant memory.  Things have changed.

As I child I loved going to Kmart.  Kmart was the only general merchandise store in our town.  We went to Wal-Mart on special once a month trips.  A trip to Wal-Mart required driving from Conyers to Covington, Georgia.  And let me clarify, this was an old school Wal-Mart not one of these mega, super, jumbo sized get all you need Wal-Marts. 

Looking back I remember the wonderful toy section at my childhood Kmart.  The shelves were full all my favorite toys: GI Joes, Transformers, MASK, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and LEGOS.  I remember well going to Kmart to spend my birthday and Christmas money on wonderful new additions to my toy chest.  When I was ten you could purchase four or five GI Joes for $20.00. 

These are memories of the Kmart I used to know.  That Kmart has changed.  I don’t know what happened, but something significant happened.  The changes were subtle, but some weren’t so subtle.  Kmart got rid of the Blue Light Special and lay away.  The product lines changed.  Layaway became a Christmas only program.  The sports department stopped selling guns and ammo. 

Then the day of awakening came.  I went to Kmart and realized this store wasn’t the place for me to shop any more.  A super Wal-Mart moved into our town and I became a Wal-Mart shopper.  When I felt worthy enough, I would shop at Target. It seems that I wasn’t alone in that decision.

The Kmart near me is closing.  The store couldn’t turn a profit, so to keep the larger retail chain alive corporate leaders decided to shut it down.  I knew this would happen a long time ago, so I wasn’t surprised when I saw the store closing announcement in the local paper.

This Kmart has problems.  It is dysfunctional.  They never had in stock what I was looking for.  If they happened to have the product it was significantly more expensive than other retailers.  Customer service was never to be found.  Whenever I would go shop at Kmart I would leave asking, “Why do I ever come back here?” 

So the other day I went to the going out of business sale at my local Kmart.  Everything was on sale, but there was a problem, everything was much more expensive.  20% percent off an item that was 30% more expensive than the same item elsewhere is no deal.  Once again I left Kmart asking “Why do I ever come back here?”

Then sadly it dawned on me.  I wonder how many folks raise the same question when they visit the local church.  Has the church lost the connection and the influence it once had?  Or as in the case of Kmart, has the church lost marketshare?  Has the church changed so much to keep up with society that it has lost what made the church the church?  Or maybe this is the most important question, “Is the church using price tags when everyone else has gone digital?” 

I only ask these questions and now I ask you to answer them. 

Salem 2012

Salem 2012 is over. The final bell has rung and the meeting of friends and families at this historic holy place will be a memory. Each year is different to each who attends and doesn't. For some this will be a year that you struggle to recall anything that happened. For others this will be the year that they will never forget.
The two preachers offered many opportunities for meaningful spiritual memories to be made. I am grateful. Salem is special to me. It gives me a place to belong and challenges me to become less of who I am now and more of who God desires and expects me to be. I am fearful for the rest. I am grateful for new friends. I am grateful for the Holy Spirit at work in my life despite my own faults and failures.
I hope to stay connected with the young people I have mentored this week. I pray For God to do great things. I pray that I too will be open to God's grace at work in my life. Amen.
If this rambles please notice I am writing this in an IPhone at 2:30 am.