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roll.them.eyes

My office started an internal newsletter, for which I’ve been invited to write a recurring column. Here’s my inaugural entry. Maybe it’ll help you where you work.

Most of us get along well with one another, but inevitably, in an office this size, there is bound to be that person who rubs you the wrong way. It’s easy to roll your eyes behind their back and say, “I can’t stand that guy!” within hearing range of others. I know it’s easy because I can roll some eyes with the best of you.

“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.” (1 Thessalonians 5:11). The “therefore” refers to the fact that Jesus suffered for all of us so that we could find peace. Because of that, Paul urges us to do more than tolerate one another – but to go so far as to actively encourage one another.

We must not be tempted to pat ourselves on the back when we read the last part: “just as in fact you are doing” – because “encouraging” is what we need to be doing for all people – not just the ones we like.

In His grip,

Pastor Herb

dirty.knees

In preparation for yesterday’s message at Thrive Church, my heart has been in some serious “exploration” mode with God. Many of you know that I am a “tentmaker,” pastoring a church and holding a career as an architectural designer. So, it sort of goes without saying that I don’t mind working hard. But, I have to admit that I sometimes struggle with a calling to be a pastor and having to endure this season of splitting my time between the calling and a career.
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thats.over.the.line

So… I’ve been thinking… and no, I haven’t hurt myself yet!

But seriously, I’ve been asking myself, “When is ‘it’ over the line?”

I love a good laugh, even if it means introducing a little potty humor (thanks Mo!) – I am a male after all.

My team at Thrive Church has at times skirted “the line” – often without realizing we were close to “it.” The only way I know is when someone says something like, “Wow, we could never do that our previous church” or “Be careful, don’t let the district office see that!” Continue reading thats.over.the.line

about.banners

I have the privilege of writing as a guest at “A Heart That Burns” – a blog by my friend, Chad Elliot.

I wrote about the banners we Christians wave. Here are a couple excerpts:

Giving a little background:

My bride and I, along with a small handful of people, planted a new church that launched in 2007. In the midst of a heavily Baptist town (a Baptist college is here), the Church of the Nazarene is pretty unknown here, even though there have been at least two different Nazarene churches in the town over the previous century. Both of those churches are now gone, the last closing in 2006. I still have people ask me “what is a Nazarene?” even after being here for four years (in March 2011). It’s hard to give them a short version of an answer to that question.

Changing the questions:

Then I say, “but none of that matters, does it?” That is usually met with a tilted head and confused look in their eyes. What matters most, above all, is our unity in Jesus Christ. What matters is our common beliefs in the one, true God, who sent His Son Jesus to rescue us from the perils of sin, and give us new life that we live with the graceful help of the Holy Spirit.

I’d love for you to share your thoughts. You can find the post by clicking this link.

I appreciate all who dare to read what I write – you bless me.

the.forgotten.instrument

neglected
that’s his name
his finish is worn in places
exposing the raw wood beneath

discovered
as she finds him in a corner
her hand finds the first string
the other presses at a fret

crinkled
that’s her brow with the sound
the first note so obviously bent
she smiles and marvels at him anew

inspired
as she begins turning keys
stretching and plucking each string
one by one they tune to her ear

beautiful
that’s his new sound
melodies ringing in aromatic chords
her voice fulfilling the destined duet

adoring
as she smiles, sounds still in the air
her hand follows the inlaid edges
as she loves the worn places

complete
that’s his new name
as his strings and her voice resonate
in songs only they can create

Dedicated to my bride, Angel, for Valentine’s Day.

This poem is part of The Warrior Poet Circle hosted by fellow warrior poet and friend Jason at Endless Impact.