Daily Devotional - United Church of Christ
Given the bitter wrangling of this past election cycle, love for one another is still our most pressing need. That love places our common concerns above all partisan rivalries.
God could have created us like little house cats. We wouldn’t ever get outside but we’d be brushed, babied, and loved. Instead, God put this little cat flap on the garden’s door.
We know Pharaoh’s playbook. And we must see our place in resisting it. It’s time to summon courage in ways we may never have imagined. We must fear God more than Pharaoh.
I know God’s ways are not my ways, but it still throws me for a loop that God is a storm as often as God is a silence. That God is an eruption as often as God is a stillness.
Humans are wired for connection and touch. So what is a human to do when drawing near is both what we most need and, in an age of pandemic, what might end us?
I believe Jesus would say cancel culture has not gone far enough. ‘If any want to become my followers, they must cancel themselves, take up their cross and follow.’
I hope our children remember the hymn’s line: Somos del buen Dios. ‘We belong to God’ or literally, ‘We are of a good God.’
Giving isn’t about who has the most money or who can give the biggest offering. We give so that people can feel a tangible impact of our love for God and for one another.
You have to wonder: is Paul truly okay with being emptied out for the Philippians, or does he just think it’s his job to say so? Does he have someone he can unburden himself to?
I took a closer look at the carved angels, with the the suggestion of toes peeking out underneath their robes. Like they could have just been walking by in the stream of neighbors.
In this hard-edged age when too many people find pleasure in being cruel, to let your heart warmed by silly things is nothing short of an act of faith.
For the poor, what God wants is an upheaval of society so the poor at last have enough – and for the well-to-do, an upheaval of society so that no one will have too much.
There is a way back to each other. It depends upon those who seek to govern treating every one of us with dignity and respect.
People who know God are often scary. They can drive you to deep reckoning with light they radiate.
There is a place we go in the struggle where we can perceive God with more clarity and truth than we possibly could anywhere else.
The sacrifices we are willing to make for the causes we claim to believe in say more about who we are than any of our self-assertions.
Nothing is the way it once was, no two days in a row are the same, and our reflective time has been disrupted. I’ve come to a place where something needs to shift.
The moon is spending more time in the autumn skies, whispering another necessary truth: The lengthening hours of the night are a gift for our repentance and restoration.
We were built to withstand the storm, to give shelter to those threatened by the rising waters, to serve as a testament to the indestructible power of love.
Even when we humans find ourselves subsisting for what seems like eternity on paper-thin hopes, we’re still able to dream a different world.