disruptive grace

I’ve broken a few rules which I set myself when I started this site. More recently I broken my intention not to blog on ‘church’ or ‘The Church’ etc. I find these subjects intensely interesting, but they’ve been given and a lot of attention on the web (and continue to be), and I don’t think I have anything to add which others haven’t already said. More importantly that was never supposed to be the emphasis nor the language of this site.

What I hoped this site would be is a recording and exploring of all this idea-stuff and this Love-stuff – with skin on, and made real in our world *. But, it’s not always easy to write about such things and sometimes its inappropriate. These are the lives of out friends, family and neighbors we’re talking about here, when it means the most – it’s deeply personal. Sometimes the stories are so mundane it would seem bizarre to record them, and yet these small stories, beautiful in there own overlooked-sort-of-way, are indeed part of something much, much bigger.

And so, I’ll point you to this wonderful post from the Mustard Seed, because at this time of year we remember that the Word became flesh and moved into the neighborhood. The Creator became one with the created and this event was completely missed by those the world considered significant. The Word became flesh and moved into the neighborhood, and so do we: The Reality of What We Do