How in the world did I miss finding out about BumpTop when it was released!

I’ve been talking to friends recently about how the church can be a radical church and laid out a few areas where I would like to see radical ideas and initiatives come into play.
they are
radical in compassion inside and out,
radical in love and evangelism,
radical in worship and teaching,
radical in their reactions and behaviours on a Sunday, in a midweek meeting and through the week.
Now there is a lot of thought that needs to go into this before i blog more about what each of these means, but i read last week a blog by Brad Johnson http://www.lifechangecommunity.com/lifechangecommunity/2009/10/god-let-it-be-this-way.html and what he talks about resonates with me as to what i’d like to see.
Go and read the post it’s well worth it, but assuming he won’t mind i’ll replicate a little bit here that floored me
And maybe, I am not supposed to watch a sister shamed, a brother shunned, even after they have been forgiven by the sweet touch of Jesus. Maybe I am to shout down pretense, stand up for grace and pull my sister and my brother to the front of the church to teach us, rather than to the back of the church to languish.
What if it started with one revolutionary who has been so freakin’ blown away by grace that he or she just could no longer stand those polluted pockets of Christianity that hold stingily to grace, like it’s a personal commodity—and so he or she would have to scream, “STOP IT!” Stop the hypocrisy. Live with consistency. Do unto to others, let love be your rule, invite heaven into this place, and finally, FINALLY have some thing, SOME PLACE that stops looking just like the world and starts looking like some place Jesus would call home.
Go read it!
Mrs. Jockmcgonzo wanted to get something off her chest and so i offered her a guest spot on my blog to be read by literally 2 people ;o)
well here it is
I, Mrs jockmcgonzo think God is a complete f**kwit.
There I’ve said it. Although He does know as I’ve told him, plus you know He knows the secrets of my heart what with being God and all!!
I just don’t get it.
I don’t understand why.
I don’t understand why not.
I feel like the bruised reed the mr jockmcgonzo posted about. But I feel more than blinking bruised I feel torn in two and pushed well past my limit.So more preciscely, why does God choose to intervene with some people and not with others? He does heal, I’ve seen it. I belive it. But only some people. That really bugs me! Either get involved or don’t! It’s upsetting me more that he seems to pick and choose.
My lovely, longed for baby girl, she had an entire church pleading for a miracle it didn’t happen, but yet her conception was a miracle. My gorgeous cousin was another miracle conception and despite being wonderful and beautiful has severe cerebral palsy.
In the space of two years I lost 4 people, two wonderful ladies (my grandmothers), and two beautiful little girls called Emma. One never got the chance to live, the other only got to live till she was nearly 4. I’ve had enough thanks.
Yes I have the cutest little baby boy, but I’m petrified (just like most mothers) that one day I will be in hospital with him because I don’t trust God that he’ll be okay. Why should i trust him? Everytime I seem to find my feet they get wiped out from underneath me.
Jockmcgonzo wrote about how he had prayed for mini jockmcgonzo and he got better, he was able to attribute that to God and trust He was listening (at least for a little while - Mr jock) . I just feel God is lulling us into a false sense of security and like our neighbours, our precious lillte man will be sadly taken from us too young.
I know death is not the end and for many is a happy blessed relief from the pain and suffering. I know our baby Emma is far better off in the “loving” arms of The Father. As is the other beautiful Emma who left us to go play with our Emma. Both will never have to suffer anymore, unlike me.
I don’t blame God for taking people away… I blame him for not doing anything so they could stay.
I miss my baby. I never got to say goodnight to her.
I wish my aunt could hear her baby laugh like we heard Adam this week.
Why do we both have to suffer? Why does God heal one person but not another? Why is He an arse? Why?
I don’t really want answers by the way, because I really don’t like Him and I think i need time to cool off, besides I know all the answers really I just don’t find any of them any comfort.
SO there you go. I’m not doing okay. One day maybe. My boy is gorgeous but he doesn’t wipe the slate clean, he just creates a rainbow in the storm.
Thanks you for reading my one and only rant.
A man was stranded alone on a deserted Pacific island for years. Finally one day a boat comes sailing into view, and the man frantically waves and draws the skipper’s attention. The boat comes near the island and the sailor gets out and greets the stranded man. After a while the sailor asks,“What are those three huts you have here?”
“Well, that’s my house there.”
“What’s that next hut?” asks the sailor.
“I built that hut to be my church.”
“What about the other hut?”
“Oh, that’s where I used to go to church.”
John Piper talking to the American Association of Christian Counselors
The man bears his soul and confesses who he is and what he struggles with and the audience laugh and applaud like he was at the comedy club.
Just listen to the first five minutes and ask yourself what would your response have been if a man you respect in God had got in front of an audience and talked about his sin and his struggles.
If it’s laughter, then please reassess.
http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/MediaPlayer/4216/Audio/
For a while now I’ve been looking for succinct and clear ways to describe how me and Mrs Jockmcgonzo felt at points with regards to our church for me it was both before and after we lost our little girl. and along comes jon birch and does it easily.
When i was having panic attacks in church and couldn’t stay in the meetings i was told to get over it.
only a month after we’d been through hell and lost our baby girl we were effectively asked why weren’t we over it.
even now when to the vast extent i am as ‘over it’ as I’m ever going to be people still seem uncomfortable when i talk about her or when i talk about issues i have with the church and they tend to lump it all under the umbrella of “not over it yet”
and one more thing, i will never be over losing my little girl, i will be able to carry on, i will be able to see the blessings that I’ve been given, i will be able to rejoice in our healthy happy little boy, i suspect i even may one day be able to enjoy going to church again BUT I WILL NEVER stop missing her or talking about her and if this is what you expect to see from me before i reach your criteria of being ‘over it’ then walk up to me the next time you see me and say goodbye because it isn’t going to happen. However i do want to stress that this doesn’t mean I’m hung up on what happened or can’t move past it just that she was a huge and important part of my life and that period of time will always be the time that who i was changed.
and it’s only up to part 2
There’s a very though provoking blog series going on at ourrisingsound.com at the minute called
I Look forward to 3, 4 and 5 with only a little trepidation