If I was back in elementary school, and they asked me to write a composition on "My Summer," I'd have one word on the paper. Amazing.
The night "The Bible" showed the suffering and crucifixion of Jesus, social media lit up with shocked viewers saying, "I had no idea what Jesus went through!"
A friend just told me it's the talk of the women in her office. Forty and 50-year-old women "giggling like schoolgirls." Dying to see it. To see a woman submitting to sexual violence in the name of "exploring her dark desires."
People are worried. The news is pretty unnerving. Our family's seeing more anxiety through social media recently. People who seldom watch the news are watching it now. Each day seems to bring more sobering terrorism warnings. Porous borders killers could cross.
National leaders usually try to cool the rhetoric so we don't panic. Not these past few days. They're saying things folks like that just don't say. You know something's up when the Secretary of Defense says in a press conference, "The world is exploding all over." I see three messages from heaven - and reasons for hope - in the mayhem of our times.
It was awful. That Korean ferry rolling into the sea. Then disappearing beneath the waves. Filled with trapped passengers - many of them teenagers. It's outrageous that the captain was one of the first to abandon ship. He's being charged with "negligence of duty" and "abandoning people in need." Sadly, there are a lot of captains that could be charged with those crimes - as the captain of their family.
Good Friday's so much more than some religious holiday. It's very, very personal. I see in the horror of what He suffered, how costly, how grotesque my me-centered living really is. Why? Why would He pay the penalty I deserve?
Word is that this telling of the iconic story starts with the Bible account. And adds a heavy dose of Hollywood imagination. With great special effects. Probably no match, though, for the original. With Noah showing up in ads on TV all the time, it's made me go back to the non-fiction, original narrative. Bible-style.If old Noah showed up today, he'd be blown away by all that's changed. And all that hasn't.
This week in Florida, the violence was in the seats. As a retired police officer shot and killed the man in front of him. Apparently, because the victim was texting during the previews. Turns out he was texting daycare to check on his three-year-old daughter.
Today, with friends in dozens of tribes, I know what amazing people Native Americans are. With their warrior spirit, their deep spiritual nature, their ability to read a heart, I've tasted their generosity, enjoyed their sense of humor, admired their values of respect and courage. And I've grieved all that was taken from them . . . loved many as sons and daughters.
Miley's romp – looking all "little girl" – became an obscene public display of stripper moves and sexual suggestion. Unfortunately, now it's popping up on newscasts.
It's strange. The worst things that happen to us become the compassion and comfort we have to treat other wounded people. Those who've been hurt become heroes of healing for others who are bleeding. As the Bible says, "We can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God"
I've got a lot of friends in law enforcement. They don't usually show a lot of emotion. But the Cleveland police chief said today: "Yes, law enforcement people do cry."
The first time my dad shamed me into riding a roller coaster, I couldn't wait to get off. Roller coasters aren't always fun.
Virtually every official or news anchor who reports on the Boston Marathon tragedy asks us to pray. As we focus on what the Bible reveals of who God is, we will know how to pray powerfully, effectively and decisively.