Unapologetically Apostolic

I seem to take this writing thing in seasons. When I first started the bolg, I was working at an automotive manufacturing plant that was just getting to be up and running. Those first few months were training on already built cars that were similar to what we would build but not the same. This did, however, lead to a lot of down time. I would pull up this app while hanging out in a bathroom stall in silence and write about whatever thought may have popped into my head before going into my quiet place. As the demands of the job increased, the ability to steal away into the silence disappeared. The times of writing took a hiatus while I kept up with the demands of the job. I continued writing but not like it was at the start. I wrote 37 blog posts that first year, once writing two in one day. The number the following year dropped to less than 20.  But realistically, this is not about my blog. This is my place to write what I feel. The last 8 have been about the 60 days leading up to ...

For the past few days, everywhere I have looked I have seen a reference to Ruth in the Bible. It would bring a smile to my face because I know that story. From the time I was a child, I have been taught about the Moabite woman who refused to leave her mother-in-law, leaving the only home she had ever known to go to a land where she had never been, finding favor in the sight of a righteous man, marrying and raising up an heir to the name of her deceased husband. I've heard the parallels of Boaz and Jesus my entire life. So I had to ask myself why this story was becoming so prevalent for me right now. When you begin to read the first chapter of Ruth, it says that Elimelech, his wife Naomi, along with his sons Mahlon and Chilion went from Bethlehem-Judea to Moab. The reason for this trip is not stated other than that they went, although there is speculation that the trip was due to famine in the land.  The next thing we read is that that Elimelech dies. Then it says that the sons take...

These past few weeks, I have been reflecting greatly on my life and the walk that I have with Christ. I said it the other day that I came into church with a head full of knowledge. I could quote scripture and blazed through Bible drills in a flash. But what does all of that accomplish? Not much. In a walk of faith, just as in building a building, it starts with the foundation. After spending my formative years in a traditional church followed by the middle years in non-denominational churches, I am finding that my foundation wasn't so firm.  But why? While the knowledge was there and I was speed (a la Lighning McQueen in Cars), there was nothing depth. Anytime things are done quickly, there are usually corners cut somewhere. For me, it has been trying to build a strong building upon that old foundation. In construction, concrete work is key to the soundness of the structure. If concrete is too wet, it results in a weaker final product with increased porosity, shrinkage, and a highe...