The gods aren't angry tour

On Tuesday, November 13, 2007 some of us will be going to hear Rob Bell speak at the Wiltern in Los Angeles in his "the gods aren't angry" tour. Tickets are $15 and can be purchased from Jeff or from Ticketmaster.

Malibu Church building burned, first person

I read this and thought it is worth sharing.

What children learn at church!

3-year-old Reese:

"Our Father, Who does art in heaven,

Harold is His name.

Amen."

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A little boy was overheard praying:

"Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.

I'm having a real good time like I am."

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After the christening of his baby brother in church,

Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.

His father asked him three times what was wrong.

Finally, the boy replied,

"That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home,

and I wanted to stay with you guys.."

What's the uniform at your work?

Jeff told me that I should always wear a tie at WCHS. Do as he says, not as he does.

Communion

These are notes from Wednesday.

At the core of it communion is a Celebration of our community and communion with God.

Is for everyone, the physical act is not exclusive, meaning is for Christians

Community: God’s relationship to humans and humans with each other

A look backward in remembrance forward in faith for Jesus’ return (Revelation 21)

Physical presence on earth, physical return—“Do this until I return.”

Thanksgiving for abundance: abundant life and daily bread

Patterned after a feast/meal--Passover

Bread (single loaf) symbolizes unity of the body of Christ

Proclaim victory even through death

Unworthy means people who partake selfishly without deference for others, causing divisions. Not unworthy because of non-believer status.

The difference between praise music and a hymn

An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns." "Praise choruses", said his wife, "What are those?" "Oh, they're OK. They are sort of like hymns, only different," said the farmer. "Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife. The farmer said, "Well, it's like this - If I were to say to you, "Martha the cows are in the corn" - well that would be a hymn. If on the other hand, I were to say to you,

"Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA, the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows the white cows, the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, the CORN, CORN, CORN." Then if I was to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise chorus."

The next weekend, his nephew, a young, new Christian from the city came to visit and attended the local church of the small town. He went home and his mother asked him how it was. "Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs." "Hymns," asked his mother, "What are those?" "Oh, they're OK. They are sort of like regular songs, only different," said the young man. "Well, what's the difference?" asked his mother. The young man said, "Well, it's like this - If I were to say to you, "Martha, the cows are in the corn," - well, that would be a regular song. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:

'Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry

Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth

Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by

To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.

For the way of the animals who can explain

There in their heads is no shadow of sense

Hearkenest they in God's sun or His rain

Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced

Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight

Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed

Then goaded by minions of darkness and night

They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed

So look to that bright shining day by and by

Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn

Where no vicious animals make my soul cry

And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn."

Then if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on the last verse, well, that would be a hymn."

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