Three things I believe

I just read something on Mike Cope's blog that I wish I had more courage to say. They are things that I believe and want to share. At the same time I know that most people I consider "family of faith" would judge me to be a heretic. A catch 22, between a rock and a hard place, a true crisis of faith and belief. Here it is:

1. There is a wider communion of saints than the Churches of Christ;
2. Women are called and should be encouraged to use their full talent in serving God;
3. Acappella music is a wonderful gift and my preference, but not necessarily "God's way."

Growing up in the Church of Christ was a wonderful experience. Having Godly parents that cared enough to give me the foundation of faith I now have is something I cherish. I wouldn't change much about my spiritual upbringing. I believe I have grown and matured because of my early exposure to scripture, older men and women of faith, and the daily reminders to be a Christian.

However, I was taught a very legalistic, judgemental, and graceless view of those outside our fellowship. That bothers me to this day. There are times when I still fight being that way. It is something that is ingrained in me. But I believe that I am less legalistic, less judgemental, and offering more grace than ever before. Still need some growth, but much better.

What do you think? Where are you in this paradigm? Am I a heretic? Or am I allowing God to change me through his word and will?

I hate to forget

Do you ever forget things? It is one of my biggest concerns. Today is my wife's birthday. I didn't forget it, per say, but I didn't acknowledge it before she left the house. Not to make excuses, but my oldest son, Alex, has a swim meet today; my daughter, Emily, has a cheerleading competition; my youngest son, Max, has a basketball league end of season party and trophy presentation. Getting caught up in the busyness of her getting ready to leave with the oldest two, while I sat with our baby (Olivia 2 yrs) keeping her quiet so she wouldn't wake up the other four, I didn't wish her a happy birthday before she left. I feel like a heel. She deserves so much more than that. I called her and apologized, but it wasn't good enough. For once, I would like to give her more than she deserves. I really am sorry. I know she will forgive me, but I still screwed up royally.

Better days are ahead. I will try to make it up to her today when I see her.

Don't go forgetting things. It is no fun.