The obsession with millennials has made its way into the church, often with a disruptive bang, for better or worse. Its counter-movement is inter-generationalism, which resists targeting ages to forge a richer and more universal coming together of the different “generations”, acknowledging the failure of youth segregation through youth ministry which started as a trendy novelty in the 1980’s. Either way, it views the church in terms of demographic differentiation, which are, in my mind, categories useful to assist marketeers in their market segmentation more than it is for building Christ-formed communities.
(Of course, churches nowadays are filled with various marketing tools to build Christ-communities. Ironic, as it then renders the church incapable of challenging and subverting the very trends of neo-liberalism and its offspring, consumerism, that is attacking the church today. But that is just my opinion.)
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I’m a hopeless romantic when it comes God. How would I describe my relationship with God? Or how I relate to him and how I see myself with Him?
Here’s an old and old-fashioned mushy song:
“I just want to be where You are dwelling daily in Your presence. I don’t want to worship from afar, draw me near to where You are.”
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Love can save even the darkest souls.
– Snow, Ep 14 Season 6, Once Upon a Time
It’s episodes like these that I know why I watch Once Upon a Time. It reinforces and nails this repeated lesson into my heart. This, that love transforms us, it makes us new, makes us more fully ourselves. It doesn’t let us go scot free when we have messed up, letting us go our own way again the moment it meets us. It doesn’t leave us when we fail, and come back when we are fine. Love is very much in our dark nights as He is in our days. Love sits with us, and dines with us, and we with Him, if we lets Him. And He changes us, with love, in time. And that this is the resurrected (or as Elevation Worship aptly puts it, “resurrecting“) life. God is resurrecting us. Love itself, Grace itself, resurrects us.
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Having the Watoto choir minister to your church on Easter morning is like having RESURRECTION proclaimed in the fullest measure. Bellowed into your ear, shouting into your eyes, exploding into your heart. Having Watoto choir sharing their lives with you is seeing Redemption in full force – you cannot look away. You cannot but realise that transformation has happened and is continuing to happen throughout the world as a result of the inclusive love of God and His invitation for the nations.
2,000 over years after the resurrection of Jesus, we see the magnified version of the continuing work of the God, after Jesus announced, “the Kingdom of God is here”, we see today it is here, and it is here to stay in increasing measure. I see the resurrection life evident in my fellow Christians from Uganda, and my heart is so filled with hope. There is hope.
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At this point, Jesus was to them, (permanently,) dead. Pick up the pieces yourself. Game over.
The ghastly Friday where Jesus was stripped of all His earthly identity culminating in His death, must have been terrifying to watch. How did Jesus’ disciples feel?
As the weight of the experience of Jesus slowly sinks into my mind and throughout my busy day, I wonder. How did Jesus’ disciples take it? Did they even sleep?
They certainly shared in His suffering because of how their lives were intertwined. They had given up everything for Jesus and lived a carefree, happy life with Him. They could pluck grains to snack on on Sabbath and Jesus would tell off the Pharisees. They could get away with not doing the ablutions before meals, and Jesus would have their back. They drove away demons in His name. They survived a storm because Jesus calmed it. Things were really good with Him.
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Even though it is said that Jesus came to die, I often reflect it over and over in my mind that many things preceded His death. Many important things, preceded His death. His final hours were not an abrupt and neat death sentence, but a series of events when Jesus became increasingly emptied of Himself at every turn.
Jesus’ death was not only the giving up of His breath, it was the complete emptying of Himself.
At today’s Good Friday Tenebrae service, the reflections at Bangsar Lutheran Church led me to reflect on how Jesus’ earthly self was gradually stripped away as the evening went on.
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