Genuine Faith Remembers

Perhaps seminary is to blame. The study of theology is really important– people’s lives depend on how well I apply the gospel to their context… right? Perhaps I embody the one word I promised never to utter because it is the thickest of veneers to authentic living: busy. Or perhaps the praise others offered to me about my “genuine” spirit actually transmuted into a “genuine” fig leaf. I’m not sure the reason, but I believe God is teaching me that genuine faith remembers how to feel. Read more →

Abiding in Christ

Genuine faith abides. This simple statement has rocked my being.  As a believer, I have struggled with performance.  While I understand grace conceptually, I have struggled to apply grace in my personal life.  I would attribute my struggle partly to being male and partly to being prideful and selfish.  Throughout my life, accomplishments have been the measuring stick of manhood. Read more →

Who Is The Greatest?

Perhaps the most intense battle in my Christian walk is my confidence in myself.  If anyone thinks I can write a book, become a doctor, and save the world before bedtime, it’s me. In my opinion, I’m the greatest. That’s perfect if I’m a New Ager, but miserable because I am indeed a Christian.  Not that ambitious Christians should be stoned or disqualified, but when my confidence in my awesomeness eclipses the finished work of Christ and trips up my ability to depend on and trust in Him, I am in trouble. Unfortunately, I learn best by experience and this truth was so vividly apparent to me when a good friend of mine asked me to go for a run with her.  Read more →

Identity: Loved

The Beloved Disciple

In the Gospel he wrote about the life of Jesus, the apostle John never mentions himself by name, but refers to himself often as “the disciple whom Jesus loved.”  (John 13:2319:26-2720:2). Read more →

The Bad Dream: Adoption Blog 2

Today’s post is the second in a two-part series in which Angela Lewis shares about how she handles her son’s thoughts and questions about adoption. Not only are these thoughts helpful for other parents, but they encourage us all to think about what it means to be adopted by God.

Every night the kids and I spend some time writing in our journals together, all sprawled in the middle of their bedroom floor— writing silently. Each person writes their prayers and if anyone wants to share their prayer out loud, we do that. This is one of my favorite parts of the day; I learn so much each evening. I see God working in their hearts, I am reminded of answered prayers, I am encouraged by their faith and their expectancy of the Lord’s answers. I hear their pleas, their honest confessions, I share mine, we get pretty vulnerable and amazing conversations come as a result.  Read more →

I Think You Stole Me: Adoption Blog 1

Today’s post is one of a two-part series in which Angela Lewis shares about how she handles her son’s thoughts and questions about adoption. Not only are these thoughts helpful for other parents, but they encourage us all to think about what it means to be adopted by God.

One of my sons came to me after a day of being disciplined several times. The words that came out of his mouth caused me pause and made me realize how much I, as a mom, need to be in tune to my children’s emotional health. Read more →

Saved– Or So I Thought

We’ve been going through a sermon series at Blueprint called Genuine Faith, focusing on the book of 1 John. As part of this series, Pastor John O. has reminded us that there are four kinds of people in the world: those who are saved and know it, those who are not saved and know it, those who are not saved and think they are, and those who are saved and don’t know it. Today’s post is a story from the third category.

There I was, standing in front of everyone. My mother had waved me down the aisle of our small Missionary Baptist Church to make the “walk of faith.” I looked over to my left as my cousin stood there next to me smiling from ear to ear. She had done this before and all I could remember was her whispering to me, “You’re saved now!” After the pastor asked me a few questions, which I had memorized because I had seen many others go before me, I recited the three affirmative answers: ‘Yes.’ My baptism was scheduled and concluded a couple of weeks later and I was saved – or so I thought. Read more →