MomminginMinistry

I've known God for a long time. And one thing I know is he doesn't like being told where he can and can't be. I see Him a lot at church. I know He loves to see us there. It's kind of fun that I get to work there, because it's a place he shows up a lot. But I see him lots of other places as well. A few weeks ago I saw him at Wendy's, in a conversation with the man working the register. I see him on the light rail or at the library. Sometimes I hear people say that the tragedies that have happened within our public schools have been because God's "not allowed" there anymore. I don't understand these words, because I see him there all the time.  They say we're not allowed to talk to him there. But that's funny too because I talk to him there pretty often. God's not like us. He doesn't passive aggressively pout when he doesn't get a formal invitation in the mail from the people in charge. He doesn't need it. Last night I ...

There have been two mass shootings in the past day and a half. The worst part is it's become so common, and oddly, so divisive. Hatred. Murder. Bigotry. Racism. As common as a cold. It's one of those days where we're tempted to wonder, "Is there any good left in the world?" Are things getting worse? So worse that we've actually become immune? It's definitely one of those days where we say with earnestness, "Come Lord Jesus." But we also plead, "On earth as it is in Heaven." As people of faith, people of light, people charged with salting a dry and tasteless world, we're charged with restoring what was once created perfect, that mankind has broken. I ran into some salt this week. While ordering french fries. No, really...don't laugh. The kids and I made it halfway through a miserable day of filling out school paperwork and renewing, picking up and dropping off prescriptions when we stopped in at our standard burger and fries c...