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January 04, 2012

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A Heartbeat

Most of the time I don't really think about my heart beating inside my chest. Especially since I have never had any significant problems with my heart. I had a heart murmur when I was a child and I had some form of anemia for which I was required to take the most awful tasting iron medicine. But, since I was about eight or so I have been blessed with good heart health and have taken for granted that my heart was beating in my chest as it always had. Four weeks ago I had a new view of a heart beat that I had never considered. That was the day that we had our first ultrasound of our fish (I will explain the fish story below). On that day I knew what David meant in Psalm 139.13 when he said "For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb" (ESV). How our God puts us together in the womb is so beautiful. See, on that day (Nov. 19th) I thought that Christi and I were just going to the doctor to figure out a little about this pregnancy. I did not

Is Our Canopy Big Enough?

I grew up in Tifton, GA in a church situated on the corner of W. 20th Street and N. Ridge Ave. Anyone who knows me well will also know that I esteem Northside Baptist in the highest regard possible. Men who have shaped my life and understanding of the Gospel walked alongside me while I was at Northside. The two obvious are Robert Winter and Fred Evers. However, lay men like Dwight Moore, Jack Thompson, David Moore, Richard Woods, Ron Goodwin (when he was on staff), Jack Gibbs, and others pointed me along the way. I do not know all of the history of Northside in its most intricate details, but I do know that the church planted in 1953 on that corner of 20th and Ridge using a circus tent for its gathering. For weeks and weeks (Fred, Robert, correct me if I really miss the details here), the church grew and the realization was made that the tent was not big enough. So, construction began on what we knew at (old) Northside as the Rainey building. As Southern Baptists, or whatever it is

Good Friday?

So, I don’t know if any of you are like me and grew up in the church with all of the Easter language and talk. And I don’t know if any of you had questions like “Why is it called Good Friday?” or “What does the Easter Bunny have to do with Jesus and the Cross?” I think these are some good questions and I think they are questions that our kids ask, even if they don’t verbalize them to us. Some of you know me and know that I have some issues with the conflation of cultural “holiday” ideals with what we do in the church. More on that later…sorry if you already have big Easter Bunny plans for you kids this weekend. But, what about Good Friday? Why is it called Good Friday? Let’s catch up on the story…the Friday in question of nearly 2,000 years ago. Jewish days started at 6pm the day before, so Friday would have started at 6pm Thursday. Let’s do one of two things here. Either first, rehearse what we have learned all our lives in church about Easter week (Holy Week as some would call i

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