What is the gospel, and why is it the “good news”? (N.T. Wright)

Jesus vs Caesar! Gotta love this! Any thoughts on the following video??? [Read more...]

Death Through New Eyes: Reflections from a Young Widow (Stephanie Olson)

'hope' photo (c) 2008, Jonathan Assink - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

Imagine it’s a Friday night like any other. Your husband, sick from a cold, went to bed early. So you decide to spend some time alone. You pick out a good bottle of wine and some scrap-booking supplies, and spend a quiet evening enjoying some Riesling, being with your thoughts, and reminiscing on family times through the photos laid out before you. Around two in the morning your evening of solace comes to an end. Since the better half isn’t feeling well, it will no doubt be you getting up early the next morning with your two little ones.

As you hit the landing of the two-story home, you look up the stairwell, and sitting there still as a statue in the bay window is Jesus. He doesn’t have the long blond hair and blue eyes your faithful Lutheran grandmother always led you to believe He did, but nonetheless you would know Him anywhere. Your knees buckle, your stomach lurches, and you get so dizzy you almost fall over. The ‘Jesus Christ?’ uttered under your breath is far too ironic. Your mind races – it doesn’t feel like the rapture, and since you don’t qualify for the next virgin birth – you know this can’t be good.

He reaches out for your hand, and you go to Him. He then speaks, as kindly as one would imagine Jesus would. He tells you that when you finish the walk up to the bedroom, the room you share with your beloved, your spouse will wake up and be unable to breathe. Before He can finish, you shoot Him a piercing glance, rip your hand from His, and bolt up the stairs. Your husband is fast asleep, and appears fine. You glance back out the bedroom door, and the Messiah is no longer sitting casually in the stairwell.

At this point you lay down convinced you have lost your mind in a postpartum state. [Read more...]

In Chains: The Art of Freeing Girls from Sexual Slavery (Clint Brewer)

© Clint Brewer

I have seen so much of our world over the years but each new trip brings more understanding that there is so much left to see, experience and understand. As a Photographer i am drawn to the creative, the inspiring, the moments in life that can draw people out of their shells and reveal their true character. But when i come into contact with something that is not pretty, happy or easy to swallow my attitude towards how i react has changed.  I don’t want to pass it off and let someone else deal with it because it is not my area of expertise; i am now incapable of wanting to do something about it.

The problem with being an artist is that many times, a painting, film or photograph doesn’t actually help someone. It can paint a picture of reality but if no one sees it then what is the point. It can be skewed so that people see the depravity of the world, or it can show the hope and redemption that awaits. I don’t want to be an artist who makes images of depravity, who shows the worst of the world in the most beautiful of ways. Have i done this before? Absolutely. But those are not the images i am proud of, the images that tell the true stories. If I come to believe that just showing poverty and pain will lead to any sort of change, i am dead wrong and quite frankly, wasting my time.

As artists and creatives our responsibility is to use our abilities to tell a story that moves the viewer, a story that transcends the moment the image was taken and shares the potential for joy, love and life.

I am in the planning stages of a documentary with friend that will focus on the rampant issue of Sex Trafficking, specifically in Nicaragua. Throughout the past year we have both been exposed to this issue in recent trips to Central America and have come to the conclusion that we must act and use our gifts to tell a story. Not a story of pain and despair, though these feelings may come, but of the hope and redemption that can come transcend through these horrible circumstances. [Read more...]

If the Spirit took the lead…

Image by: Струјајое (Wikimedia Commons)

Throughout the New Testament we find that the Holy Spirit takes an active role in the story of the people of God. The Spirit actively works throughout the cosmos, the church, and persons to lead this world toward its eventual goal: new creation. Yet in my own experiences I often assign a passive role to God’s Spirit. Well, at least as it depends on our free will I suppose since nothing in Scripture suggests that God is ever inactive. Even so, more often than I would like to admit, I invite the Spirit to take the position of spectator as I go along with my everyday life.

Romans 8.14 states: “For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God.”

The ultimate evidence that one is truly a child of God are those who live as though the Holy Spirit functions as the director of the drama we find ourselves in. As actors, we enjoy the privilege of using our uniqueness to portray the part in God’s redemptive story that we’ve been given to play. Our role involves improvisation, because unlike most theatrical performances, the writing of the script takes place with every single choice, interaction, thought, and action. In other words, as we move forward towards God’s eventual new creation, the path to getting there involves a communal effort to be people who are in fact led by the Spirit.

With this in mind, I started pondering what life would look like if the Spirit took the lead.

If the Spirit took the lead… [Read more...]