Our confession is our call to war. It's our warcry. When we confess the faith (especially corporately), it's a cosmic act of defiance and a declaration of war against Satan and all the forces of evil.
I remember introducing the Nicene Creed to my small church in Nashville. As we approached the last line I remember the puzzled looks as we recited together, "I believe in one, holy, catholic, and apostolic Church."
I remember many a bulletin as a child in which the service order was printed line for line, item for item, song for song. I particularly remember a funny word at the very end of the service: the benediction. But what in the world is it?
We find ourselves today not crossing seas on dry land, raising the dead, or calling fire down from Heaven; but living seemingly normal, average, and even mundane lives. How ordinary.
Most preaching in evangelical churches today is anemic at best. Many preachers are content to deliver countless series on anything from "7 Steps to a Happy Family," to "5 Laws of a Balanced Budget." After all, people can't listen very long anymore; they have short attention spans. What possible good could come from a dry dissertation on doctrine?
Does your music ministry encourage or discourage people from singing? There are subtle things you may be doing that are virtually killing off congregational singing.
The modern church has attached some interesting definitions to the word "worship." Everything from lifting hands, closing eyes, smiling real big, and singing real loud have become the hallmarks of "real worship;" and if you're anything like me, this may make you feel... inadequate.
Christmas and Easter do indeed have a lasting and perpetual hold on even the most staunchly evangelical-Protestant hearts and minds. The problem is, there's more to the story of Christ and the gospel than Christmas and Easter.
Amid all the hustle and bustle and the rush toward Easter morning with candy at the ready and hams basted and bound for the oven; do we ever stop to think of the day when the very agent of creation, the Word of the Father whose power created all things and sustains all things was silent in the grave in the person of Jesus Christ?
There are two times when I can specifically remember bawling my eyes out during a church service and both of them have to do with... angels.