Friendzone?

Guys, let’s be honest: the friendzone is a lie, an imaginary penalty box of self-loathing, and handy gimmick to get us to buy relationship advice.

It’s natural to develop romantic feeling towards those you are close to. Be honest about that. Honor those feelings. When those feelings pop up and sustain themselves, find a appropriate time and place to relate them. If the feelings are met and reciprocated, then great! Have fun. If the feelings are not reciprocated, you have a choice. If they just want to be friends and you’re okay with that, be friends! If you really struggle with it, maybe take a break, step away. You may want to invest in friendship later on, once the hormones die down.

Now, you may have those feelings but choose to invest in the friendship anyway. If you do this begrudgingly, this is not friendship. It will eat at you inside. This is masochism, not love, and relationships are built on love. It’s in this space that the “friendzone” thrives, because it’s easier to commiserate than to own your stuff and take appropriate action.

So, respect your feelings and those of your friend. Be honest and check in. And in all things, excel in love, in whatever form that love may take.

Testify!

She stood up in front of the congregation and said,

“I shouldn’t even be here today

I’ve had seizures that limit my ability to walk

but here I am standing in front of you.

It’s all thanks to God.”

Then she sang “Jesus Take the Wheel.”

Next it was a lady in a wheelchair,

who testified to the necessity of Jesus,

“turn to him before it’s too late.”

Pretty soon it was everyone,

black and white, male and female, young and old

All preaching their own sermonette

Because the Spirit was flowing

and the gateway to the pulpit was open

My friends, do not quench the Spirit

Allow Him to flow freely through you,

to share both your gifts and your story,

so all might be empowered to do the same.

The altar call is sounded,

who will stand?

Offensive

I do not understand the love affair amongst some Christians of making the cross offensive. “This will (probably) offend you,” they say. “This may upset the PC people,” they add.

What kind of witness is this? Yes, Paul calls the cross “foolishness” (1 Corinthians 1:18) to some, and many times it is. There are many who don’t get it, don’t like it, or more likely have had bad experiences with it.

But our goal should never to be to offend, but simply to present the Gospel as it is. The naked Gospel is powerful enough without attaching a bulldozer to is.

Let us witness and truth and in love. May it be Christ and the Holy Spirit that speaks through us, rather than our own selfish ambition.

Stained Glass

People are funny and people in the church are no exception.

We all have our unconscious lists of sinners and saints, people that seemingly can do no wrong and people that seemingly can do no right.

But in the end we’re all just people and this has been true ever since the first person showed up on Earth.

From Adam to David to Paul to Aaron, we’re all broken pieces of glass put together by God into this collective masterwork known as the fellowship of believers.

Let us lay our perceptions down and embrace the collective soul, for we are all saints and sinners whose sole redemption is God.

 

Your Clothes Are Lying to You

Sometimes you’re too tall, then too shot

then too fat too thin

you’re the wrong color the wrong shape

or just the wrong feel

Even the same size even the same cut

will betray you depending on the day

Remember always, you are inherently beautiful

no matter what your clothes say

God-blessed

Jesus met Satan in the desert

He had been roaming in the wilderness for some time

Dirt caked His face, sweat smeared His brow

Hunger gnawed at His innards.

Satan showed up with a sandwich

“Give me what I want and I’ll feed you,” said Satan.

Jesus took His six-shooter and shot the sandwich from his hand.

“I’m not much for deli meat either,” said Satan as he brushed off the sandwich and placed it back in his robe.

Satan pointed to a Ferrari about a mile away.

“I’d be happy to take you wherever you wanted to go,” said Satan.

Jesus shot the tires out. Satan scowled.

“I knew I should have paid for renter’s insurance on that thing,” said Satan.

Satan help us his platinum Visa card.

“You know you don’t have to be here. This whole vagrant thing doesn’t suit the Son of God at all. I’d be happy to give you the whole royal treatment. The whole world at your feet,” said Satan.

Jesus unloaded another two shots into the card, one to knock it from the devil’s hand and the other to blow it to smithereens.

“I like who I AM, it’s you I’m not too fond of,” said Jesus.

He fired three more shots and the devil’s feet.

The devil hurried away, passed the car and the card, out into the desert and the wind.