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: Life is hard. God is good. We need each other. The Sparrow's Home is a place for gathering and sharing about all things 'home'.
Hugh Hefner died last week. While I don’t revel in his death, the phrase ‘good riddance’ did cross my mind. Hefner contributed heavily to bringing pornography to the mainstream, making it more easily accessible and normalized. Grieving his death never entered my mind.
What did make me sad was hearing Dennis Prager speak about his father subscribing to Playboy. He said that he felt no shame over it. After all, his dad had been faithful to his mother for seventy-some years.
I keep seeing on social media that “some Christians” thought the world was going to end on Saturday. The funny thing is, I never saw any actual Christians posting this. But that’s neither here nor there.
What’s been on my mind is that if someone honestly believes that the world is about to end, they should be telling people. True belief leads to action.
So the real question is: Am I acting on what I say I believe? And are you?
“For the body is not one member, but many…Now you are Christ’s body, and individually members of it”
I heard a simple yet profound insight into this passage in Corinthians recently…ready?
Mind blown.
In this age of texting, tweets and messaging…when an email seems like a deeply personal conversation…and a phone call downright intimate—we’ve got some work to do.
I heard a story recently about a young man who was out in his father’s watermelon field working, with strict instructions not to eat any of the fruit. Giving in to temptation, he attempted to hide the evidence by burying the remains off in another part of the field. He was sure he’d gotten away with it until his father noticed watermelons growing where they didn’t belong. The evidence was irrefutable. Undeniable. Once the fruit appeared, the son could not hide that he had buried the seeds in just that place.
Rejection hurts. No matter how you try to spin it, it leaves a wound. When it is someone else being rejected, we are quick to share our platitudes, as genuine as they might be.
Maybe next time.
It’s not you.
You did great.
There’s something better out there for you.
Someday it’ll all make sense.
All potentially true. Yet none heals the sting of not measuring up. Don’t misunderstand me, I am a firm believer that we need people to speak truth into our hearts when the truth doesn’t feel true. But sometimes…it’s also ok to just say, “That sucks. I’d be hurt too.”
Summers are the greatest, aren’t they?
It’s all relaxing and eating bon-bons and sipping iced tea. …Yeah, not around here either. But that doesn’t mean that summer’s not fantastic.
Our summers are filled with fun, but they’re also filled with lots of service opportunities. If we’re not heading to a camp, we are hosting a team of people.