Each Sunday, your child will learn the Bible and how it relates to Jesus in an age-appropriate way.
I am concerned about the Church this morning. The Church in America. I am concerned that the Church has lost her heart for the broken and lost. I am concerned that she has lost her passion for the voice of God. I am concerned that she has turned from faith to fascination. I am concerned that she is more committed to finding entertainment on Sunday morning than she is with finding the lost found. I am concerned that she has lost her passion for those who do not know the salvation which comes from Jesus Christ. I am concerned that she is more in awe of stained glass than she is with saved souls. I am concerned that she is more deeply broken over spills on the carpet and children running down the hall than she is with people dying without Christ and going to hell. I am concerned for the Church in America this morning. I am concerned that she is more committed to building ornate sanctuaries of luxury and leisure than she is with building the Kingdom that has no end. I am concerned that she is more committed to preserving the past than she is to praying for people to come to know Jesus today. I am concerned that she is getting angry over things that don’t even matter while exhibiting apathy towards the one thing that matters most – winning the world to Jesus Christ. I am concerned that she has lost her prayers for God to make of her sons and daughters evangelists and preachers of the grace of God. I am concerned because she can readily invite a friend to lunch, but she hesitates in inviting a friend to worship at the feet of the Messiah. I am concerned because she is looking more and more like a reflection of her culture and less and less like a reflection of His Kingdom. I am concerned for the Church in America this morning. I am concerned that she is more committed to insuring her comfort while on earth than she is committed to preparing herself to serve before His throne in Heaven. I am concerned that she is more in tune to the masses and what they want than she is to the Savior and what He wants. I am concerned for the Church in America this morning. I am concerned because I feel like she is not concerned…
Rusty was a friend of mine growing up in Duncan, Oklahoma. Rusty was a piece of art. A great guy. A good friend. Hard to figure out. On a regular basis he would undergo a metamorphosis of mammoth proportions. The continual transformations of Rusty were not unlike Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, the many faces of Michael Jackson, Michael J. Fox’s Teen Wolf, or the yearly makeovers of Madonna. Whenever some craze would sweep the nation, Rusty would show up at school the next day as the embodiment of the craze.
“I’ll tell you what. That good-for-nothing, no account son-in-law of mine will never amount to a hill of beans. Why, he is so lazy I don’t see how he ever gets anything done. I will never understand what my daughter sees in him…lays around on the couch watching football, eating chips like they were going out of style, and clicking that dang remote like he’s the only one in the room. He just turns my stomach.”
“Friend Day” is always such a special day for us at Britton Christian Church. I think one of the main reasons why “Friend Day” has grown to be so important for us over the past several years is because it is good to share good gifts with our friends. Just as Philip shared the Good News of Jesus with Nathanael in John 1:45, we want to share the Good News of Jesus with those of you who we call friend.
Things were tough on Ted when he was born. He was born in Chicago in 1942 to Polish parents. His father was a sausagemaker and his mother took care of the boys. He was hospitalized when he was only six months old after he suffered an allergic reaction to a drug given to him. During that time he was neither held or hugged by his mom and dad – doctors orders. When he came home from the hospital he was described by his mom and dad as listless and withdrawn.
As I read the numbers I erupted in a fit of rage! The list was long of those rushing to become part of the endangered species list. Hundreds standing in line to join the silence of those who have left us never to be heard from again. There was the American Peregrine Falcon. Able to dive at speeds of more than 75 miles an hour. With its short neck, pointed wings, and long tail – the falcon was made to hunt. Hunting season may end soon if the numbers keep declining at the current rate.