The last few weeks, my church has been teaching a series on "The Least of These". It comes from the verse where Jesus tells his disciples that whatever they have done for "the least of these" (widows, poor, hungry, etc.) they have done for him.
This Sunday, we had a special service to really call attention to the needs of the least of these in our home city. But it wasn't a special service like we had a guest speaker, or special praise and worship, or a whole lot of testimonies. We didn't take up a special offering to give to local charity groups.
We did all dress up, but not like you would for Easter Sunday. Our church/movie theater was packed with prison jumpsuit-orange t-shirts, shorts, and jeans.
Because, once first service was over, we unleashed our congregation on Raleigh. And we served.
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Monday, August 1, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Dealing with the jealous, possessive (little) man in my life...
The other night we were hanging out with my parents before they left for vacation. My sister cooked a huge, amazing meal, and we had eaten and had a lot of fun.
My younger niece, the 1-year-old, was closing in on bedtime and getting sleepy and cuddly. She toddled over to where I was playing with the kids on the floor and plopped in my lap.
My son immediately ran over and hugged onto me. "No!" he chastised her. "My mama!"
I showed him that there was room for me to cuddle on them both, and that his cousin wasn't going to steal me away from him, but he was still pretty put-out. That's when I started getting nervous about Sunday.
My younger niece, the 1-year-old, was closing in on bedtime and getting sleepy and cuddly. She toddled over to where I was playing with the kids on the floor and plopped in my lap.
My son immediately ran over and hugged onto me. "No!" he chastised her. "My mama!"
I showed him that there was room for me to cuddle on them both, and that his cousin wasn't going to steal me away from him, but he was still pretty put-out. That's when I started getting nervous about Sunday.
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