This week my Sabbath got off to a very slow start.  I got up late Tuesday morning with intense back pain, popped Tylenol, and took a nap. 

I’m now reading the Book of Acts.  Each time I read the Bible I’m struck by what it means that the Word is living.  The Spirit moves in such a way that the Word is never static and the same when I read it.  This is something very special and that I’ve come to treasure.

I felt God telling me to “put that down,” all my thoughts and distractions, a lot of it represented by the mobile device in my hand.  I sat in solitude just listening to the LORD and journaled this:  “You are loved.  Not everyone knows this for themselves.  Teach them.  My Church needs to teach them.  By being authentic.  By being real. So that when you love, it’s real to them.  Authentically love me.  Authentically love your neighbor.  ‘Teach my Church to love again’ is first, by ‘Sharing the Lawn Mower’ (John 13:35) and ‘Raising the Next Generation’ in love with authenticity.”