Tuesday, September 9, 2008


Some years ago I thought maybe I was called to be a pastor.

I don't think I was. I doubt I ever will be. I would make a terrible pastor. I would spend all week on a message; wear out a few delete keys; in the end I'd deliver about two minutes of content, and about one and a half of those minutes would probably be me looking out at the congregation in pause, hands on the table in front me, staring, saying nothing. (No doubt that is a service you want to be at, so let's see a show of hands and I'll get rolling.)

Words are not a good carrier for God's message, which in my limited understanding is likely written in love... but they're what we Christians readily use. I don't think I like that, but I'm as of yet unsure what a church would look like without them.

Also I am not a good carrier for God's message because my delivery is inherently hypocritical. If I knew God, then sin (the alternative) would not be part of me.

But do you even know what I'm saying when I say "knew"? Wait, do I know?

Words are a shallow descriptor of love, of meaning, of the truth. Words can be delivered hypocritically. Real love cannot.

God is lovely. So is love. So love and seek God; I think that's about enough.

Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.
Jeremiah 3:33

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