Each spring, thousands of pilgrims from all over the world flock to Jerusalem to get a taste, a moment where they feel closer to the Divine. Sitting by the Sea […]
I have long been a fan of the platypus and I’m only now beginning to truly understand why. The platypus is a semi-aquatic animal, it lives neither fully in water […]
God, we know this is a weekend when we are supposed to be steeped in gratitude. Would you empower us to be “detectives of divinity” as we walk through piles of crisp […]
About a decade ago, I was just settling into life in Goshen, Indiana where I was serving as one of the campus pastors at Goshen College. One of my responsibilities […]
Last week I spent a couple of days at a beautiful farm in Grey County. There is a little cabin nestled in the woods at the edge of a pond […]
Jesus tells her everything she has ever done. He is traveling home to Galilee through Samaria, which lies between Israel and Judea. Samaritans are the people who stayed behind when […]
I think she shuts herself off to Jesus’ request because looking at someone else’s vulnerability puts her too much in mind with her own. Maybe seeing the weaknesses of others reminds her painfully of her own failings. She can’t bear another person’s burdens when she has so many of her own.
A few years ago, the feelings of joy and completeness I experienced when I did things I love or spent time with people I love were quickly pushed away to make room for guilt every time. “How can I be this happy? I’m just playing soccer. It’s not like I’m actually doing something worthwhile.”
I didn’t have words to express it this clearly back then, but I think I felt that I was only good enough to be loved by God, or even to be happy, when I was at that moment engaged in an act of service to others.
Editor’s Note: This post is based on a sermon written by Benjamin Weber for St. Agatha Mennonite Church and First Mennonite Church. Benjamin is one of 9 young adults currently […]
We too, may miss the value of rich viewpoints around us if we never risk vulnerability by choosing to engage others who seem different from ourselves. By letting arbitrary boundaries supported by fear get in our way, what invaluable messages may we be ignoring and from whom? What judgments do we let cloud our willingness to listen?