One day each year we forego our usual Sunday plan. We celebrate new life, both earthly and spiritual. We get loud. (This includes whistles, wild cheers and our awesome Woo girls.) We pray and sing and eat and play together and enjoy this beautiful church family.
Remember a couple months ago when we spent a Sunday morning recognizing, honoring and praying for our law enforcement officers? We shared how, as a church, we are called to seek the welfare and flourishing of our city. Well. Be encouraged, church. One of the officers there that day recently sent us a letter we thought you should read…
A recent concert at Red Rocks inspired Thomas to reflect on our tone at Pulpit Rock and how it shapes the way we talk about our opponents, ourselves and issues.
Being a part of an “us” is messy and awkward and painful. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. We are seen and known loved despite our messy “us-ness.”.
It takes years to recover from the subtle damage that spiritual control has on faith. That’s why it’s so incredible to me—even shocking—when I hear our leaders say from the pulpit that it’s OK if we don’t agree on certain tenets that are not primary to our faith.
At Pulpit Rock, we are called to seek the welfare and flourishing of our city. We recently recognized seventeen men and women who are peacemakers in our city. It was a powerful time for the body of Christ at Pulpit Rock to stand in support of the law enforcement community in Colorado Springs.
Any person who has texted behind the wheel, stalked Instagram like a coveting neighbor, chased that first high, lied/cheated/stolen “just a little,” drunk dialed, etc. etc. knows you shouldn’t, but you do it anyway. This happened to me a mere few days ago.
I’ve been reading and thinking a lot about joy lately. Am I happier than I was a month ago? Probably not. But ever so slightly, I am learning to embrace the joy of the mission; the joy of the journey.
Sometimes my thoughts take me captive instead of the other way around. I’m exhausted at my own bondage, and I am grateful at the true freedom that Jesus offers. But here’s the bizarre thing: I don’t always want to be rescued.
We asked you to send us your questions about joy. And many of you did. Thomas addressed some in his sermon, but let’s continue the conversation here.