The Ten Commandments help us embody our new creation and our new names found in Christ. At church as well as our school, work places, and families we are given new life. But in order to fully experience this we need structure and guidance. Because if it was totally up to us we will get something wrong or do something we shouldn’t — basically we will sin.
Because in each of our lives there is some misplaced desire, some grief, some reckless act that takes over where our new selves ought to be, and we find ourselves lost afraid maybe even confused as to how we got there and where to go next.
A name is a powerful thing. From the very beginning, names have meaning. When God created the world God started to name each thing as it is made, as if it’s not complete until it has a name.
Over and over in Scripture, God is said to know the names of God’s people. My absolute favorite scripture passage is Isaiah 43 “But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.”
Knowing that God loves me and cares for me so much that He knows me by name, and that he has claimed me is amazing!!
Forgiveness is something we desperately need in our lives. By nature we tend to hurt each other and our selves by the decisions that we make. We are at the same time both saints and sinners. To understand what we are doing and why is important to be able to connect with one another and with God.
Author Phillip Yancey writes in his book What’s So Amazing about Grace a story about a prostitute who went to a counselor for help. The counselor and the prostitute talk about her needs and then the counselor asked if she had ever thought of going to a church for help. The counselor said “I will never forget the look of pure, naive shock that crossed her face. ‘Church!’ she cried. ‘Why would I ever go there? I was already feeling terrible about myself. They’d just make me feel worse!'”
I have an 11 year old son! It’s hard for me to believe that my son is 11 years old. It seems like only yesterday I was holding him in my arms, trying to figure out how to be a father. What a journey it has been.
Logan has lived in nine different homes, six different churches, four different schools and three different states. He has played football and soccer, taken swimming lessons, gone to eight weeks of summer camp and has participated in countless number of Vacation Bible Schools.
Being a PK (pastor’s kid) has its advantages and disadvantages. Logan has walked through life with enough confidence, energy and grace to make me proud. He is so much like me that it both excites me and scares me. He is his birthday letter: