open your eyes

good news weekly 6.21.25

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join us for a week of fun + faith for kids ages 3-11

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open your eyes

so i walk into the coffee shop and quickly lock eyes with the guy i’m supposed to be meeting. in the small space, we shuffle toward the register. just as we’re about to place our orders, there’s a bit of a commotion in the back corner.

a woman is fairly aggressively disciplining what appear to be her children, more strongly, more loudly, and more frantically than what would be considered normal in our suburban context. out of the corner of my eye, i see two boys, one maybe an eight- or nine-year-old, and another who looks to be around fourteen or fifteen.

it just felt… off. the guy i’m meeting notices too, we exchange that subtle glance that says, “you seeing this?” we’re trying not to stare, but it’s hard not to hear. the woman is lecturing, escalating, and then, with some sharp words, she and the younger kid storm out. the older one is left behind, saying something about going to the library.

as the mom walks out, i make eye contact with the kid. i ask if he wants something to drink, and he quietly says he was thinking about getting a ‘mocha coffee.’ we’re up at the register now, and i notice scars on his arm, deep ones. cutting? burning? it’s hard to say. and then i start to wonder: maybe this isn’t a boy. maybe it’s a girl identifying differently. maybe they’re transitioning. i don’t know how to say it delicately.

the kid seems timid. maybe english isn’t their first language. very quiet. by this time, the mom is long gone. we buy the drink, i ask gently if they’re okay, if they know how to get where they’re going. they nod. and then… we’re on with our day.

but i haven’t stopped thinking about it.

these moments, when you’re out in the world just trying to follow god, are so common—where there’s clearly a need, clearly something broken, but the right next step feels anything but clear. what i saw didn’t rise to “call the police,” and i had no name, no way to follow up. the kid seemed old enough to speak up if something urgent was happening—but still, the dysfunction was written all over the moment.

and i’m stuck between not wanting to be judgmental, not wanting to be unkind, but also not wanting to be passive when something might need intervention. and so this story has just been bouncing around in my heart.

i prayed: lord, i’m gonna go back to that coffee shop a few more times this week. if there’s something that needs to be done, some way this child needs protection, please let it be seen. and if this was just about awakening me again to how many people are walking around wounded, like sheep without a shepherd, then i’ll take that. but if there’s something else—make it clear, lord. open my eyes.

i’m not telling this story to sound like some kind of noble humanitarian. i’m telling it because scripture is full of images that remind us: God is always at work around us. if we keep our eyes open and our hands uncluttered, He’s placing us in real situations where his mercy and love are needed.

so maybe your pace is a little slower this summer. maybe your life has just a bit more margin. let me remind you, every day is a day. every place you go is a place you’ve been sent. every person you talk to is someone who matters deeply to god.

lift up your eyes.

you never know when the harvest is right in front of you.

john 4:35 — “look, i tell you, lift up your eyes, and see that the fields are white for harvest.”

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Lately, the phrase that God has been teaching me is “the promise of His presence.” In the last few weeks we have known a handful of people going through some really hard things. The type of things you can’t tie up in a bow or say a simple platitude to and so I have been lingering there and just wondering what do I pray for them, how do I encourage them?

But, as I have been reading my Bible lately the promise of God’s presence is so often what He offers to His people. He doesn’t always offer that He will fix the thing that they’re in pain about or fearful about or uncertain about but He will say, “I will be with you.”

In fact, as I was preparing last weekend for teaching in Elementary at Good News kids I was reading through the story of Gideon. This is paraphrased but an angel comes to Gideon and calls him to rescue the Israelites from the Midianites. And Gideon says, “But how can I do that? I am from the weakest family in Israel, and I am the youngest man in my family. And God said, “I will be with you, and you will have victory.”

Boom, there it is again, “I will be with you.” To be honest, sometimes I think we underestimate His presence because I think we want something tangible to hold onto. My daughter has a bunny she’s had for years that she goes to sleep with. It’s falling apart and ratty but it’s a tangible comfort to her so sometimes that means we all stop what we are doing when she is going to bed and we find bunny! But, we have something so much better than ‘bunny’, we have the very presence of the God of the universe and as I’ve experienced it, I’ve found it to be the thing that gets me through what would have otherwise felt impossible.

So often we want God’s presence but we will say we don’t feel it. Or I’ve felt His presence before but I don’t feel it right now. Sometimes His presence can be felt stronger than other times. But, sometimes it’s because we are choosing sin over obedience. James 4:7-8 says, “Submit yourselves, then to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.” I think this is a daily thing, to ask God what is hindering you and I so we can remove it so continue in the fullness of God’s presence. We are called to be holy just like He is holy.

What a gift the presence of God is. Where there is peace and fullness and hope. Pray this simple prayer today as you pursue the wonderful blessing of knowing Jesus and experiencing his presence afresh.

Holy Spirit, would you cleanse me from what entangles me. Would you help me to live in victory over sin. God, I want to experience more of your presence. We thank you that even though you don’t always solve our problems you often promise something better which is yourself. Thank you that you always keep your promises, in Jesus’ name amen.

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Last Week’s Sermon

i preached on the kinds of people who get answered prayer … a challenging message

every sunday … we will update the music from the previous Sunday on this playlist, hopefully helps you connect with things a little better.

A Communion Prayer

Lord Jesus,

As we come to this table, we remember. Your body, broken for us. Your blood, poured out to make us whole.

This isn’t just bread and a cup—it’s a reminder of a love that never ceases, a mercy that never runs out.

Thank You for forgiveness. Thank You for the cross. Renew us as we remember You.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

from artist Sharon Irving

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this is good news,
luke + kristen

dad stuff

good news weekly 6.14.25

Palatine Prayer Club started this week.

I was so encouraged by the dozens of people who showed up to take a step forward in connecting with God in the day to day.

Join us this week,
Wednesday 10a (w. childcare)
Wednesday 12p on-zoom
Wednesday 7p (w.childcare)

Let us know you are coming, we would love to connect with you.

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dad stuff

i love being a dad.

it’s a challenging job, but an absolute blast. each of my four kids is like a living puzzle, and i love trying to put the pieces together. just when i feel like i’m starting to figure one of them out, what makes them tick, what they need from me, how to speak their language, they enter a whole new season and i’m confused again. new emotions. new challenges. and suddenly i’m back at square one.

sometimes, i miss the days when a snack and an episode of jake and the neverland pirates could fix anything. these days, sometimes their problems are more complex.

lately, i’ve been pondering this verse from james 4:6:

“but he gives more grace. therefore it says, ‘god opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.’”

those words hit me differently as a dad.

god gives more grace. not just “enough.” not just a little boost. more. overflowing, multiplying, ever-present grace. but he gives it in a specific direction, to the humble. because if there’s one thing parenting will do, it’s humble you.

let me share three truths i’m learning as a dad, drawn from this verse and from my life in the trenches of parenting.

1. a humble dad shows up where needed

being present doesn’t always mean you’re the hero. sometimes it means you sit on the floor next to a messy science project at 9:30 pm. sometimes it means driving your teen to practice in silence because they’re not ready to talk. sometimes it means listening to a problem you can’t fix.

pride says, “i’ll be there when i’m appreciated.” humility says, “i’ll be there because they need me.”

there are moments where you don’t get thanked. where your kids push back. where your patience gets thin. but god gives more grace, right there, in the quiet places where a dad chooses to show up again and again.

humility looks like presence without pretense. it’s not loud or flashy. it’s the quiet strength to be where they need you. even when i’m tired.

2. a humble dad gives up pretending perfection

i love the phase when the kids are like 6 or 7 and they think everything dad does is amazing. it’s brilliant because dad said it. its funny because dad thinks its funny.

but by the time kids hit junior high, they already know you aren’t perfect, and you really them by admitting it too.

there’s a lie many dads believe: that to lead well, you have to be flawless. never admit weakness. never show fear. never get it wrong.

but that’s not what our kids need.

they need to see that strength and failure can co-exist. that saying, “i was wrong,” isn’t weakness, it’s wisdom. that asking for forgiveness is part of being a man, not a failure as one.

i’ve had to look into my child’s eyes more than once and say, “i overreacted. i’m sorry.” but every time i do it, the relationship grows stronger, not weaker. they don’t need a perfect dad. they need a real one. one who’s honest about his mistakes and committed to growing.

god gives grace to the humble, and humility often shows up in confession. the best way to teach repentance is to live it. and the safest dads to be around are the ones who are comfortable saying, “i don’t have it all together.”

3. a humble dad looks up to god for help

this is where it all lands.

i can read parenting books, follow family influencers, and listen to podcasts—but at the end of the day, my greatest resource as a father is my relationship with my heavenly father.

when james says, “he gives more grace,” he’s not talking about generic encouragement. he’s pointing to a well that never runs dry. and that’s good news, because parenting will drain you.

the weight of raising a child can feel overwhelming. we’re shaping souls, building character, navigating emotions, and preparing young people to face a world that’s often harsh and confusing.

but we’re not alone.

when i look up—when i humble myself and admit, “god, i can’t do this without you”—he shows up. every single time. in the moments i feel lost, his spirit speaks gently. in the moments i feel spent, he refreshes. in the moments i feel like i’m failing, he reminds me: “i’m still here. i’m still working.”

grace in the gaps

there’s a kind of grace that fills the gaps between what i want to be and who i really am. between what my kids need and what i can give. between what i understand and what i simply don’t.

and that grace comes not to the proud, but to the humble.

i want to be a dad who receives that grace daily. who leads by showing up, owning my faults, and looking up. i want my kids to know that the strength they see in me doesn’t come from me, it comes from the grace of a god who is strong in my weakness.

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father’s day prayer

God, Thank You for the gift of fathers.

For their strength and their sacrifice, for the love they show in quiet ways. For the joy, the laughter, the play. Comfort the fatherless — be near to them now. Bind up every wound.

Give grace to every man learning to lead with wisdom and love. Remind us that You are the Father who never fails, the One who sees us, provides for us, and protects us.

We honor You today, and we honor the earthly Fathers.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

from artist Sharon Irving

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RELAXED : walking with the one who is not worried about a thing
by Megan Fate Marshman

(this was another vacation read for me, i could not put this one down either )

Megan has an extraordinary candor in this book that shares her struggles in a way that makes you want to link arms with her and makes you feel seen and known. Her ability to share the insights from the grief of losing her husband gives hope. She says, “Our pain gives us a unique opportunity to know God more because we get to know His.”(pg. 114) She shares about a 90 day ‘adventure’ that she challenged herself to before her husband died to take a risk (big or small) everyday. The interesting thing she found was, “that what I used to think was risk-taking is really Christ-likeness, which makes a life of faith worth the risk.” Furthermore she says, “Could it be that constant comfort is a sign of autonomy, of believing the lie that we can do it ourselves?” (pgs. 129-130)

Because grief doesn’t avoid any area of our life, she shares her insights on money, friendship, trials, risk and mistakes and allows you to see how relationship with God and Proverbs 3:5-6 that you’ve probably heard many times can be applied to your life with fresh insight. Her trust in a faithful God who has walked her through the darkest valley is the clearest evidence of hope.

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Last Week’s Sermon

we had our first neighbor Sunday, I taught on believing God still can and not giving up on prayer

every sunday … we will update the music from the previous Sunday on this playlist, hopefully helps you connect with things a little better.

this is good news,
luke + kristen

the sprained ankle epidemic

good news weekly 6.9.25

this sunday is going to be a great one. 1 gathering all together at Cutting Hall 150 E. Wood St.

kids at the good news building brunch on the lawn w. a bunch of baptisms,

you will be encouraged, hope to see you here.

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the sprained ankle epidemic

About fifteen years ago, my brother Landon and I were leading a high school camp in Michigan. It was the kind of camp some of you may have experienced: morning and evening Bible teaching and worship, afternoons filled with games and activities, and an overall atmosphere thick with emotion, fun, and genuine encounters with God. We still laugh remembering some of the nonsense, and marvel at the real spiritual moments that took place.

One night during the games, a girl sprained her ankle. She came hobbling into the worship service later that evening, crutches under her arms, foot elevated on a chair with ice on it. You can imagine how this played out in a room full of 14-16-year-olds. Everyone surrounded her, asking if she was okay, already planning what they’d write on her future cast. It was a scene. She all of a sudden had major main character energy.

Then the next morning, another girl from her cabin showed up at breakfast with an ice pack on her ankle. She said she had twisted it on the way to breakfast. By dinner that night, there were four other girls in the same cabin, each with some version of a sprained ankle and dramatic story, wrapped in bandages, limping through the dining hall. 6 sprained ankles, in one cabin, in 24 hours.

What happened?

I think it’s pretty simple: when the teenage desire to be noticed collided with a friend getting tons of attention, from boys, leaders, and everyone else, it created a ripple effect. A few girls saw that pain brought popularity, so they manufactured a faux-version of it. They didn’t realize that anyone watching could see through it all.

I’ve thought about that camp story a lot this week, especially reflecting on what was happening 5 years ago this week and the conversations around race, justice, and policing. In the wake of real tragedies, there was a rush of promises and passion, people pledging to change the world. But as time passed, things became complicated. The word woke got politicized. Some of the original urgency faded. And somewhere along the line, the conversation became confused in all sorts of different ways.

It feels like real injustice got buried under a mountain of ‘sprained ankles’ in every direction.

This isn’t about race per se … it’s about how the world has warped our brains to look for aggrievement in every direction. Instead of compassion for victims, many people feel a perverse jealousy for the attention they receive. The desire for notoriety pushes people to cultivate a ‘sprained ankle’ for every little made up infraction.

Now, too often, the real stories of racism or injustice or abuse, things that genuinely need to be heard and addressed, get tangled up with others that seem more like attempts to grab attention. When that happens, people stop evaluating stories on their own merits. Some assume every accusation is true and worth an extreme emotional response. Others go the opposite way and dismiss everything as overblown or fake.

But the truth is found in the tension. Some sprained ankles are real. Some are just wrapped in the hope of being seen.

And we need the wisdom and courage to know the difference. And we need to develop ourselves away from thinking attention is the only path to happiness. FWIW :)

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The Many Lives of Mama Love by Lara Love Hardin

(this was a vacation read for me, i could not put it down)

This is NOT a Christian book, it’s a memoir by a woman who has struggled with addiction and had to fight to live and who had to fight for her family. Her raw honesty and ability to convey the struggle of getting on the road to recovery along with a path to a life after jail time and felonies leaves you rooting for her. I found some of the people in her life to be people I’ve known in my own life: addicts, advocates, and a person who is willing to risk big and give people a chance.

There’s also a chapter about the publicity of her convictions in the midst of suburbia and my goodness it brought me to tears because people can be so mean. This story filled my own heart with compassion for women who are fighting for hope in the midst of consequences and gave me gratitude for the many organizations and people who are helping people find hope and a future beyond ‘who they’ve been.’

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Last Week’s Sermon

we launched into our summer season with a message with a catchy title, this study was very helpful to me.

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Prayer for Change:

Complacency is a particular adult disease, Lord set me free from it.

Lord, part of maturing is accepting my limitations, but help me to see when my acceptance is really just compromise toward sin. I want to see our community and country healthy and well, yet often struggle to BE the thing I want to SEE in the world around me.

Help me get unstuck by turning to You fully and eradicating sin completely.

Help me get unstuck by more prayer and less worry. Help me get unstuck by quieting the bad noise and listening to You.

Amen.

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every sunday … we will update the music from the previous Sunday on this playlist, hopefully helps you connect with things a little better.

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Sunday Morning Book Review

there is a reason every John Grisham book is a best-seller. he knows how to do pace and character at an incredibly high level. every opportunity i get, i read one of his books for pleasure and relaxation.

i loved this new book. it is the perfect sit by the pool page-turner. picking up the story of Mitch McDeere of the Firm 15 years later (ensuring Tom Cruise runs through your mind the whole time), the book has the perfect amount of superfluousness and subtle references to current events. a surprising plot and vivid detail abounds.

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this is good news,
luke + kristen

look closer

good news weekly 5.30.25

next sunday, june 8th is the first of our neighbor sundays.
1 service at 10a with baptisms and an outdoor brunch to follow,

BE IN THE ROOM!!!!

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look closer

1. one of my families most famous stories of childhood comes from a summer afternoon where my parents noticed my brother not playing with the normal pack of kids. we lived in a great neighborhood in arlington heights with lots of kids and tons of games to play. people started yelling my brothers name, no answer. other parents were summoned, he wasn’t inside their house either. now circling the neighborhood, dozens of people shouting his name, where is landon? the police were called, there is a missing child! right around the time the police showed up, landon was found taking a nap on a beanbag chair inside his closet.

2. we have had 2 times in the 4+ years of good news in the neighborhood where we momentarily didn’t know where a child was. people went running across the street, downstairs, over to the park but non of that was necessary: she was hiding under my desk, like 10 feet away from where she was last seen, he was hiding in the back of the good news truck, like 5 feet from where he was last seen.

the commotion causes people to run fast towards worst case scenarios, but usually the most logical place is right near where things were last seen.

3. the remote for the upstairs tv at my house is the BANE of my existence. it’s small, so it endlessly falls into the cushions or under a blanket and when i want to watch something, magically none of my children know where it is. when i harness the proper helpers, we always end up finding it quickly and right under the sectional.

you usually find the truth by looking closer not by looking farther away

this week kristen + i got away for a few days just the two of us. it was the first time in a couple years we have been to spend significant time away from the church + the kids together. we sat by the pool and read. we slept in. we prayed + talked about the future.

and all of a sudden, the million little annoyances that come with running a church + 4 busy kids fall away and we are joyfully in love.

we have a wonderful marriage. but the pressures of all we do and all we do together tend to put emphasis on the things that annoy us. i tend to be a $pender and a dreamer and to want to make everything happen today. she has no weaknesses of course. but when you remove the daily grind, all that stuff melts away and we love spending time together.

so many people i know in the stressful middle of life think a new partner is going to make them happy. if i could humbly suggest, often creating space to look at the one you already have with fresh eyes will likely bring the joy you are looking for.

you usually find the truth by looking closer not by looking farther away

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Last Week’s Sermons

i finished the gospel of John with a message on comparison, it will help you, i promise!

A Prayer for Monotony

Lord,

Some days feel heavy with repetition, Like I’m just going through the motions Burned out, worn thin, numb with emotions.

When the daily grind dulls my spirit, may Your mighty hand refresh and renew me- reveal a new me.

When routine feels like a slow demotion, remind me You are present in every moment. Breathe new life into my work, my words, my worship.

Give me fresh vision for the ordinary, And joy that defies the mundane.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

—from artist Sharon Irving

New Song

new song: we are introducing this simple praise song on Sundays this month, can’t wait to sing it with you

every sunday … we will update the music from the previous Sunday on this playlist, hopefully helps you connect with things a little better.

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Saturday Morning Book Review

this book bummed me out so much. an in-depth look at everything leading up the disastrous debate and media scrum leading to Kamala Harris being elevated to Presidential nominee, virtually no one in this book comes across well. even those telling their experiences accurately now are doing so from the safety of hindsight. many of these people would have served their president, party, and country better by being more forthright when the story was unfolding.

the book appears very well reported and seems to try and find a reasonable way of interpreting the facts, not an overt pile-on.

this is my reading, the decision to try and hide President Biden limitations was much less about ‘defrauding the public’ and much more about something very common, preserving power and having a difficult time telling someone in charge the truth.

this is something many people working corporate jobs struggle with greatly and could grow in.

this is good news,

luke + kristen

summertime loading …

good news weekly 5.24.25

summer is here,
whether VBS for kids, ice cream outreach, or new Palatine Prayer Club,
there are so many things for you to get involved in.

check out church center and jump in

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Have you ever had to descale a Keurig coffee maker? The process is pretty simple, you pour some concentrated liquid along with some water in the machine and you press brew about 75 times in order for some of the mineral build up to come off. The ultimate goal is for your coffee maker to last longer and for your coffee to be reliably well brewed. My husband is too good for the Keurig coffee, so no sweat if you are too. Or maybe you’re part of the other camp who has seen the “descale” reminder blinking and you just continue to bypass it in order to get to that blessed cup of coffee in the morning!

Descaling is on my mind because I have been doing it. It takes a bit of time and honestly it felt a little annoying because I just wanted to make my cup of coffee and be done with it. But, this morning while all of this was in process I read Isaiah 29:13 which says, “And the Lord said: “Because this people draw near with their mouth and honor me with their lips, while their hearts are far from me, and their fear of me is a commandment taught by men.” And I was struck by this because sometimes we need to ‘spiritually de-scale!’ Yes, it will take time, no it’s not necessarily convenient but I think from time to time it’s a requirement.

I’m suggesting these 3 questions may be helpful in this little meet up with God:

• What has built up in my life that is ‘lip service’ to God rather than from my heart?

• Where am I distracted from God or not engaging with Him because of unbelief or pain or unwillingness to look in the mirror?

• Is there anything that I am doing that I’m doing out of routine or because I know ‘I should’ but I’m not engaging my heart and mind in it?

At first, I thought about this metaphor and felt it was too strong of a word and that I couldn’t write that to you all. And then I sensed the Lord leading me to. It’s God’s kindness to lead us to repentance and to see these areas in our heart that have built up and yet want something deeper. If I were to look at my coffee machine I wouldn’t have thought it needed any upkeep but that’s because the buildup didn’t show up even though it was there. In the same way, maybe other people can’t see these things going on in the inside of your heart; you look great on the outside, you show up to church, you maybe serve and give but there’s just a distance between you and God.

My encouragement to you would be to sit with these 3 questions and ask God to speak to you, to see what is there that needs addressing. And by pursuing health in your relationship with God from the inside out, I believe you can feel refreshed and encouraged and fueled for the long haul! After all, God wants our whole hearts

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Cup of Leadership

(s/o to my friend fred who i believe made this analogy up many years ago)

manhole covers keep the stink + the sewage where it belongs: out of sight + out of mind.

megaphones draw attention to things by adding artificial volume.

in the age of self-expression, some of us have fallen into the trap of thinking megaphones are more holy than manhole covers … they are not.

of course, there is a time and place for pointing out abusive or illegal activities, this metaphor isn’t about that. it’s about the propensity many people have to think that loudly pointing at something broken is inherently helpful.

we are bound by time + $ + emotional capacity. not every problem that ‘stinks’ in our lives can be fixed at the same time. some things need to be left alone until the right time. manholes cover the junk to minimize the stink, while adding access to deal with it at the right time.

right now, kristen + i are working full-time, parenting our 4 kids, trying to be a support to our extended families, and working through a growing pains stage of the church. we both have needed the wisdom to see that there is no more capacity for additional things right now. our garage getting cleaned out and meeting our new neighbor with baked goods… that is NOT avoidance and it is NOT weak, it is being a WISE manhole cover.

the same is true at our church. our streamed online service needs work. we are out of space on sundays. we are still trying to crack the code on adult mid-week bible studies. etc etc etc … choosing not to yell about what is wrong, when we already know there isn’t money or time today to fix it is NOT weak, it is wise.

some stuff can wait .. until we have the time and emotional resources to deal with it.

if you want to succeed in an environment (team or job or committee) where you don’t have power, don’t fall for the cheap immediacy of being noticed because of what you can be loud about.

sometimes .. keeping junk in the sewer and out of sight really helps those around you.

1 Peter 4.8
above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins

James 5.19-20
know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God

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Last Week’s Sermons

my friend John Hinger preached on Doubting Thomas, many people were encouraged by his message.

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A Prayer of Thanks

from artist sharon irving

Creator God, There are no words that fully describe Your goodness. This could read: “God, we thank You for it all,” or “I thank You for it all,” or simply— “Thank You.” Your love is everlasting— steady through every season, faithful through every high and every low. We thank You.

Before we ask for anything, we pause to say—Thank You. For breath in our lungs, we thank You. For mercy that meets us each morning, we thank You. For the tiny joys we often overlook, we thank You. For every step you order, we thank You. For eternal life through Jesus Christ, we thank You.

Your goodness goes before us — making a way we could never make on our own. Aligning moments we didn’t plan, turning ordinary days into divine appointments. You weave every detail together, turning delays into destiny. Mastermind Creator of it all — thank You.

You are good. Thank You. You are faithful. Thank You. You are here. Thank You.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

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Saturday Morning Book Review

how to pray – by pete greig

as someone who has struggled to grow a life of connection with god in private prayer for many years, i have become weary and wary of prayer content. it often becomes a substitute for you know, actually praying. i have made some wonderful new friends in the last few years who pray with incredible power and authority. when questioned, they have no special technique or training to point to, simply a lot of practice.

that all being said, this book is practical and loaded with helpful tools, but if you read it (and you should), please for the love, put it into practice. we are never ‘just praying.’ a simple paradigm of P-R-A-Y, (pause, rejoice, ask, yield) opens our heart to consistent and meaningful connection to God.

thx pete greig for your work. our church will benefit greatly this summer as we work together to build the Palatine Prayer Club.

this is good news,
luke + kristen