crazy faith…

so, i was reading matthew 1 again this morning and kept meditating on the experience of Joseph.  i’m thinking that if i had a dream with an angel talking to me and telling me that my finance has been impregnated by the Holy Spirit, i’d think that maybe i’d eaten something really bad or that i was deeply trying to cope with the discovery that my wife to be is pregnant.  this is a miracle that has never happened before or will ever happen again (a woman being impregnated by the Holy Spirit).  there’s no history of such a miracle that would make this even close to fathomable in Joseph’s mind.  yet, he obeys.  the bible doesn’t always describe every detail of emotion and sometimes time gets lost in between verses and so i was thinking about 9 months and sporadic days of doubt and frustration.  i was thinking of joseph asking mary if she was sure that it was the Holy Spirit and days where he might of asked, “why me?” i think of the depth of joseph’s faith and willingness to obey.  
a quick prayer: God, speak to me.  and grant me the faith and courage to hear and respond in obedience to you no matter how crazy it sounds…. amen…
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beautiful community

convergence has been meeting as a worshipping community now for three weeks.  we’re not the most public church in terms of marketing or getting word out, but we’ve definitely been drawing in our community.  about half of our church these past few sundays is made up of a local homeless population.  it’s been great to know them and to be able to call them by name (bill, bill, radel, alexis, michael, craig, tina-marie to name a few).  it’s been a blessing and a challenge to know them and hear their stories and their struggles.  we’ve been hosting potluck dinners after our gatherings and one of the guys gratefully commented that this is how church ought to be done.  another commented what a blessing it was that we were feeding the community.  i had to stop them right there and clarify that we weren’t feeding the homeless community.  we’re not a church with a feeding program.  we’re church.  and everyone (whether they have a home or not) is ‘part’ of our community and not a recipient of it.  we break bread in fellowship that we might know and encourage one another.  i definitely don’t have it all figured out, but as i was eating dinner this past sunday, i couldn’t help but think, “this is a beautiful community…”