Sometimes fear blows onto your doorstep. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a piece of paper had blown onto the path near my office’s back door. The only word I could read was REPENT! Intrigued, I could not tell if it was for me or not. But I could not help but walk outside and pick it up. Wiping off an ant and some dirt, I noticed it was a two-sided handout from a church calling itself “The Gathering of Christ Church.” The handout listed their beliefs. Honestly, I found some of them disturbing. They were adamant that “Heaven’s Door is Closing,” so repent now. Interestingly, they listed several scriptures to support each point. But just as interestingly, there was no mention of grace or mercy anywhere in the pamphlet. There was nothing about loving neighbors, serving the vulnerable, or participating in God’s healing work in the world. It spoke far more about escaping punishment than participating in God’s redemption of the world. There was a description of hell and an i...
After the halfway point on my walk this morning, heading back towards home, I saw something you don’t see every day. It was a mockingbird chasing a hawk. The hawk was probably five times the size of the mockingbird. But the chase was all in the attitude. The mockingbird was squawking and chirping in a language that would make a sailor blush. The hawk wanted no part of it and was trying the flee but could not get away from the mockingbird. What had the hawk done? What had agitated the mockingbird so much? Had it been a transgression? Was the hawk just too close for comfort? Or did the two have a history. I was walking a bit later than normal and had not yet seen this routine. The unusual scene distracted and entertained me as I reflected on a myriad of permutations. As I’ve felt like the one receiving the squawk most of my life as a leader, I was surprised at how proud I was of the little mockingbird. Maybe ...