I am angry with my fellow Christians today

If you believe that what happened in Uvalde, Texas, was an act of evil, this post is for you.

If you are tired of the way our world is becoming more divided and divisive, this post is for you.

If you consider yourself a Christian and to be redeemed by the blood of Christ, this is post is for you especially.

I am angry.

I am angry at Christians on the “right” who get defensive when tragedies involving “our rights” happen.

I am angry at Christians on the “left” who use tragedies to throw accusations at those who disagree with them about those rights.

I’m angry at Christians in the middle who throw their hands up and claim there is nothing that can be done because the world is “full of sin.”

Every single one of us is guilty of using events like this to promote ungodly and unholy agendas. Either through an intentional act or by passive disengagement. And you know how I know, because the gospel is only a byline to the tragedy.

The comfort God supplies is used as just a platitude we throw out there to sound spiritual. And that right before we launch into “what we really want to say.”

I am so angry.

I’m angry because we keep talking like the world. Thinking like the world. Engaging with each other about the social ills we face like the world.

We have placated the world, accommodated the world, compromised with the world, and even prostituted ourselves to the world.

And for what?! To be liked? To be accepted? To make the Gospel more palatable and the Church more respectable? To be allowed access to what the world has defined as success or affirmation?

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

This approach by the Church to engaging the world has been proven a failure. And we look like fools for continuing to use these approaches.

These strategies and methods are not working because they are not biblical. They cannot produce the transformation the human soul needs. And they are incongruent with the character of God.

And for those wondering what I mean when I say “the world”, let me tell you what I mean. It is the way of living that seeks its own way and pleasure rather than the way of obedience to God in Christ. It is a way of looking at life that is defined by selfishness, “winning”, and self-righteousness.

It is marked by posturing and virtue signaling and the pretense of looking like Jesus, being near to Jesus, but never actually embracing the life of Jesus. Never fully appreciating that anonymity is closer to the goal, and not some bug to the outworking of holiness in our lives.

We keep talking about God but haven’t truly spent any real time with him.

We keep preaching about the gospel but haven’t really been convicted to the point of contrition and transformed by it to such a degree we mourn our former ways of life.

We keep calling people to repent of sin but are walking around with logs in our eyes the size of redwoods.

We talk about what needs to change and cry out for revival in our nation while at the same time holding onto the millstones that have been drowning us in the oceans of sin and worldliness.

And then, when tragedy after tragedy happens, we become as shrill and incoherent as the supposed pundits who are “looking out” for us.

This vacillating makes us idolatrous. Not wise. Not shrewd. Not contextual. Not culturally sensitive.

It makes us hypocrites. And charlatans.

There are too many claiming to be emissaries of Jesus who have become prophets in the service of false gods. Who function more like priests in the temples of the same rather than a royal priesthood in the kingdom of God.

When evil like we have seen in the last couple of weeks, and years, rears its head, the church should be the first to show the world how to mourn with those who are mourning. To weep for the innocence lost and the hopes fractured by the wickedness of broken people.

When the world sees the members of the body of Christ engaging in the same finger-pointing as the rest of the world, we have become the salt that has lost its saltiness. We have moved from abdicating our moral authority to participating in the moral corruption of the world.

The people of God should be the first to call out the evil, especially from those on “our side.” Or did we think those around us don’t notice our duplicity?

Do we actually think we can give them a pass because they are like “us?” Because they are on the “right side” of history (and it always seems to be “our side”). We should not only be ashamed of behaving like this, we should be revolted. We should be disgusted with not just our cowardice but in too many cases our complicity.

And just so we are all clear, I’ve had it with political Christianity. The kind of Christianity that uses faith as an excuse for politicizing and justifying anything and everything they think is right.

I’m done.

I hate it with every fiber of my being.

When our primary framework as Christians is political in nature, we have become more secular than holy. We have surrendered the moral ground and ceded it to the enemy of our souls.

What is happening around us may look like physical warfare, but it’s not. This is a spiritual war. This is why using the methods of the world will fail us over and over again. And yes, spiritual warfare often has catastrophic physical consequences. But not recognizing what is happening around and behind the visible tragedy is a terribly short-sighted understanding of what is happening.

The political approach is a failed endeavor for the Church. And those who continue to use it will become victims of their own self-deception.

The reason I hate the political methodology is because it is a lie. It is based on the same premise that sent the human race into the fall—that we can know good and evil and live. No, we cannot. That is the principal lesson of the Garden. With knowledge comes responsibility. And with that responsibility accountability.

For the Church, the political arena is the fountainhead of death in our world. And it tricks us into thinking we are making a difference. It seduces us with promises of being “agents of change” or “making a difference”. Welcome to the failures of the Maccabean revolution and the betrayal of Judas.

If our worldview is framed by the political ideas of the world we cannot be a Christian who properly reflects the character of God. But if we are trying to be Christians whose understanding of the word is constrained by the revelation of God, then we must reject the use of politicized language, rhetoric, and accusations outright. We must work harder to be charitable with those we disagree with. Not less.

And don’t confuse what I’ve just said with being engaged in the civic process. We can be good citizens without becoming ideologues. And to think it can’t be done is to misunderstand the very power of the Gospel. It’s to accept the notion that engaging in the civic process requires a conversion from Christianity. Or at minimum a compromising of our faith.

It has become clear to me that in the eyes and minds of too many, both inside and outside the Church, there is no tangible difference between the world and the people of God. And that is not the world’s fault. That’s on us as the Church.

We are the ones bringing disrepute to the name of Christ. We are the ones smudging the spotless dress of Christ’s bride with the filth of this world. We are the ones scandalizing the world by creating confusion and fomenting apostasy through our inconsistent witness. That’s an “us” problem.

To all the Christians talking about ____ today… WE are the problem.

When we don’t love our neighbors because we don’t know them… we are the problem.

When we don’t forgive those who have wronged us because they deserve what’s coming to them… we are the problem.

When we don’t turn the other cheek or go the extra mile because that is a violation of my rights… we are the problem.

When we wax more eloquent on political talking points than the gospel of life…. We are the problem.

When we moralize tragedies for political advantage and excuse wickedness out of fear… we are the problem.

When we stand in judgment over each other as self-appointment executioners of God’s holiness… we are the problem.

When we think we know what’s wrong with the world and have “the” solution… we are the problem.

When we allow our emotions to be enflamed by those who neither know God nor are led by God… we are the problem.

When we abandon the Truth for the next and newest cultural phenomenon… we are the problem.

We can continue to get disappointed at a world ruled by sin and wickedness. Or we can do what we were saved to do.

The tools, definitions, rhetoric, and mechanisms of the world will not address or solve what is wrong in the world. Every time we think they will, every time we substitute what God gave us for what some other fallen person has invented we will fail. And we will continue to fail until we surrender our wills and our wisdom to God.

Reflections on a Motion Picture | “Out Of Bed You Daisy Head”

The movie Sister Act is a great movie. I know there maybe some who would not agree. And that would be alright. I have watched the movie many times over the last few years. There are a couple of scenes in particular that really speak to me as it relates to faith and the living out of faith. Continue reading “Reflections on a Motion Picture | “Out Of Bed You Daisy Head””

Reflections on a Rehearsal Dinner | “Saying True Things”

Last Friday evening I spent some time with a good friend as he prepared to marry his future bride. It was great. I have had the pleasure of being a part of several weddings in the course of my ministry. But tonight I was struck by one of the many rituals that we have in our culture during weddings. The wedding rehearsal went well. Then the entire wedding party went to a nice dinner at a local restaurant. Everything was just going splendidly. Then came the moment of the night that stood out.

As the evening was drawing to a close the time for speeches began. Now, it would be very bad form to badmouth the bride or groom. But, I am sure that in the history of humanity and in the history of weddings somebody has made this terrible choice. Well, we were all spared this on Friday night.

It is a wonderful moment to witness when two people are the recipients of love through kind words. Family and friends were saying true things about the couple. They were sharing memories and experiences. It was a wonderful time to see how God had been at work, and how God has brought these two individuals together.

What I wonder sometimes is why do we wait for “special” occasions to say true things? Isn’t every moment spent with those we care for a special enough time to share and encourage and demonstrate our love? I was reminded of this on Friday. I want to do better at telling people what they mean to me. I hope you will do the same.

Reflections on a Tragedy | “What I Should Have Said”

On Wednesday night David Austin Balfour, a member of my high school graduating class, died in a car accident.

Since I heard about David’s death I have had this gnawing feeling in my gut. It’s one of those feelings that just won’t go away. When these kinds of events happen I can’t help but think about it. And when the event includes something that just doesn’t make sense I really have to try and make some sense of it. I have to think about it over and over until some clarity comes. It came to me this afternoon as I read and re-read what so many who cared about David said and wrote on his Facebook page.

There are so many questions that we want answers to. There are so many thoughts about what was and what could have been. Even what should have been. There are so many memories of good times and hopes for “soon” times. There are so many words, ideas and desires that were shared. But, that is where our grief and heartbreak crash headlong into our regret.

While it has been many years since I have seen David, I understand the emotions that come in moments like this. My brother-in-law also died in a car accident a year ago. He was 24 years old. I get it. I do. What makes these hours and days since David’s death so painful is the reminder that while many things WERE said, and many things WERE shared, there remains this feeling of “What I Should Have Said…” still lingering.

The questions that come to mind are like these:

  • Did he know how much I cared for him? About him?
  • Did he understand how much he meant to me?
  • Why didn’t I ever tell him how much it meant to me that one time he did… fill in the blank.

All of these ideas run through our minds because the thought that something that should have been said was left unsaid begins to fray at the edges of our sanity. Regret is the constant reminder that something was left unfinished. There is something incomplete about all of this. Take it from me, don’t go there. Don’t do that. It won’t change anything. And it may do more harm than good.

What we have to do is to not let this tragedy be in vain. Would we prefer that David were here with us? Yes, there is no doubt about it. I don’t know of anyone that wouldn’t want that. But, we don’t get to make that choice. That one, that one choice, is outside of our reach. But, there is another choice that we can still make. It’s a choice that I think both honors David and helps us all to heal if we make it.

Make the decision to never again worry about, “What I Should Have Said.” Make the decision, that from today until the end of your days, you will strive to not leave any unfinished business. Right now, today, tell that someone, the one you are thinking about right now, who needs to hear from YOU that thing that you have been waiting for the “right” time to say.

There is no better time than now.

There will never be a better day, than today.

Reflections on a Kid Movie | “The King’s Lantern”

In the movie Tangled, Rapunzel and Flynn Rider have finally arrived to see the moving “stars.” They share this exchange about what will happen after the lanterns go into the sky. Rapunzel is afraid that the moment will not live up to the expectations that she has had for 18 years. But, then there is another thought, what if it is everything that she hoped it would be? What would she do then?

Flynn’s response is wonderful in its simplicity. He says, “That’s the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.”

That is such a wonderful demonstration of what it means to have dreams, live them, and then move on to newer dreams.

What makes this scene even more powerful is that the king and queen continued to release their lantern every year in the hopes that their daughter would never forget that she was loved. The expressions on their faces, the hurt and love all mingled together. And then, as they approach the lantern the camera pans over the courtyard and you see the people of the kingdom. They have come to participate and help the king and queen commemorate this painful reality.

I am struck by these two dreams. Rapunzel’s dream of being close enough to the lanterns to know what they meant and to experience them for herself had pushed her to escape her tower prison. Her parent’s dreams of finding their daughter was also being expressed in their faithful dedication to remember their lost daughter. The parent’s dream was feeding and stirring the dream of their daughter.

This complex scene is so powerful because of the simple way that it was done. Even the subtle hint of the lanterns reminding you of Rapunzel’s hair is hard to escape.

The video is below. (You may have to follow the link to see it.)

Tangled Scene - King and Queen before the Lanterns

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Last Updated on February 27, 2023.

Reflections on a Reality Show | “The Heart’s Deepest Longing”

I was watching some of the auditions from this past weeks X-Factor USA show on Fox. It was interesting to see the various reactions from the contestants. Those whose talent was not what the judges were looking for found their dreams of stardom, fame and riches dashed upon the rocks of the judges comments. Those whose talents did move the judges and audience found that many of their fears were unfounded and that their dreams could be attained.

While the sociologically interesting components of the X-Factor are a common thread with other shows of the “Reality Show” genre, there was something that struck me in a subtle way as I watched the critiques of each act. Why were so many of those that didn’t “have it” feel so crushed by the reality that their aspirations may have been misplaced? Could it be that, for whatever reason, someone was not willing to lovingly tell them that this may not have been for them? Even thinking these words seems so cruel. And yet, if we stay at this level we are failing to understand that there is something very real at work in these misguided motivations.

Within each of us there is a deep longing that must be satisfied. This longing is given to us by God, not so that we will be satisfied within our own selves, but rather that we might be satisfied in Him. Every heart, from the smallest child to the senior most member of society needs to have this longing satisfied. And sadly, too often we risk genuine satisfaction and allow ourselves to be fooled by a hopeless substitute.

What is this deep longing? Many of you have felt it. I have searched for it most of my life as I have struggled to make sense of who I am and what I am supposed to do. It is the longing that causes most people to sacrifice integrity, personality and even dignity.

This longing is AFFIRMATION.

What is affirmation? It is the simple and indispensable need of every person to know that their uniqueness is good! As I have watched these reality shows I have seen this common thread through them all. There are so many people in this world that need affirmation. They are looking for someone, for anyone, to tell them that they have something within them that needs to be shared.

The danger of these shows is that we have allowed the world’s value system to reduce to a few categories what should be considered as valuable. I, more than most people, would love to be able to sing with such power and passion that people would pay to hear me, but I don’t have that gift or talent. So, for me to seek affirmation in that way would be a futile and damaging endeavor.

I pray that those of us who have found our identity in Christ would stop perpetuating these false hopes and expectations upon the next generation. Until we do, we will not see the kind of living that God sent Jesus to this earth to provide for us.


I have provided the video of the audition that sparked these thoughts. Enjoy! This young lady is talented and potentially has a promising career in the entertainment industry. You can see upon her face what the words of affirmation do to raise the human spirit.

Melanie Amaro X-Factor USA Audition-"Listen"- HD

Reflections on a Cheerleading Competition | “Finish What You Start”

This past weekend I had the opportunity of emceeing a cheerleading competition with a friend of my church who also teaches at the local public high school. It was an interesting experience. When you think about the different sub-cultures in our society cheerleaders often have many stigmas and stereotypes attached to them. I will not list them here (because I think they are irrelevant). What I will say is that there were several times throughout the day where I felt really out of place because I did not know what the expectations were. But, I survived and had a great time supporting these young ladies and their coaches.

There are several young ladies in my youth group that are on the varsity squad. I have also had the chance to interact with some of the other cheerleaders because of the weekly devotions and lunch visits that I have been able to make since school started. What I have discovered as I have learned about the sport of competition cheerleading is that these young ladies (in some cases there are young men) have two and a half minutes to make an impression on seven judges. Two and a half minutes. All your successes and failures are on display for all to see. Talk about a pressure filled situation!

There are several thoughts that stood out to me over the course of the day that I have had a chance to reflect on in the past few days since. These are not in any particular order.

1.  The fans of the squads feel the pains and celebrate the joys of those two and a half minutes with the squad.

I was struck by the way that the coaches and other members of the fan base knew the routines and tensed up when difficult components and stunts were coming up. It was an amazing thing to see how whole sections of the crowd breathed almost in sync with one another. There was such an emotional connection between competitor and supporters.

2.  There is not place or time to stop, regroup and start over. You have to finish once you have started.

This is probably the most striking thing that I noticed. It did not matter if you fell, tripped, stumbled, dropped a stunt or forgot a movement in the choreography. You had to finish. Just as an example of this, one of the teams was executing some of their stunts and as the “flyer” (the girl that gets thrown into the air) was coming down she lost her balance. As the “bases” (the girls that lift, throw and catch the flyer) were making adjustments to catch the flyer, her foot caught one of the bases squarely on the face. There was a moment’s hesitation and then the girl that was kicked gained her bearing and continued the routine to the end. In any other situation I would imagine she might have fallen to the ground and clutched her face, but when you only have two and a half minutes, and your team is counting on you to finish you do not have the luxury of taking a personal moment.

3. You can not and you will not win or lose alone.

As the end of the competition came and the awards were about to be announced all the squads gathered on the mat. They took pictures, danced to the music (all of them!) and waited. It was one of those moments that are hard to explain, not because of they are all that unique in and of themselves, but because they are unique to you as an individual. I was announcing some of the winners and the collective eruption of joy from those that won and the disappointment from those that did not was a strange mixture of jubilation and sadness. What stood out to me was that the award was for the team. It took all of the members of the squad to win and the failure of one was the failure of all.

Final Thought

One final thought that I would like to say is this: Be open to hear from God in any and every situation. You just never know what God will say!

Reflections on a Funeral | “I Will Not See The End”

I just attended the funeral of a member of our church. He was ninety-seven years old. Funerals are such interesting events. We gather together to mourn, remember and make sense of our own lives. But, today I was struck by something. I will not see the end!

I will not be there to hear the words that are said about me to my family and friends. I will not know how many people attended my funeral or why they decided to come. I will not have a chance to thank them or wonder why someone I expected to come did not.

I know that these are odd thoughts. It feels strange writing them, but I feel compelled to. I do not want to let these feelings go away. They are helping me to shape the life I will lead. I no longer want to assume that life will go on as usual because it will not. I want to be able to come back and remember that life is so much more than what I settle for so often.

I don’t know when my end will come. I think this might be the reason I struggle with attending funerals. I don’t know if the convictions and passions that I hold today will be the ones that I am remembered for when my life comes to an end. As a pastor I know the difficulties that can occur in life. I have seen how tragedy, sorrow, pain and guilt can alter the trajectory of a person’s plan for life. And to this point in my life I have been spared of much of these.

I know that the man I am today may not be the man who will be remembered. To be honest I don’t even know if the man I am right now is worthy of being remembered.  I am not trying to sound humble or self-deprecating. I am not trying to elicit anything. I just know who I am. I know how flawed I am. How often my motives are not those of Christ. I know the wickedness that still finds its way out of my mouth. I know… even if others never see it.

Being confronted with your own mortality has a way of putting your whole life into perspective. I will celebrate my thirty-first birthday next week. I am no longer a kid or a young adult striving to find my place in this world. I am married to a wonderful woman, the father of two beautiful daughters, and a member of the greatest family I know. I am doing what I love to do: serving God and the youth of this generation. I have seen things this year that I would never have imagined possible, both in my own life and in those around me.

I guess the thought that lingers in my mind and causes my breath to catch in my chest is this: Has my life counted for much of anything?

If I will not see the end, what am I doing to prepare those I love and who have offered their love to me to live better lives when I am gone? I do not want to over-state my importance in their lives. But, what am I doing to make their lives better? More fulfilling?

I guess that what my desire is, right now, is that I will live a life worth remembering. Not because of what I did. Nor because of who I was. If God were to answer just one prayer for the rest of my life it would be this:

Lord, help me to live a life that brings your name honor and glory, so that when my life on earth is spent, those whom I have had the privilege to love will see you, find comfort in you and give thanks to you for having used me to help them fall more deeply in love with you. Father, help me to count all things as loss so that I might cherish your name, your fame and your beauty above all else. Father, grant me strength to live this way so that when my life is over the man Jesus died to redeem might be the man I am when I die.

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