Last Words: I Was Thirsty

In this Lenten series, Last Words, we are doing a deep dive into the final teachings of Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew 25. These are not casual remarks. They are words that reveal what matters most in the kingdom of God. Jesus is speaking about the inheritance of the Kingdom and how those who meet the needs of the vulnerable in practical ways will be the ones who receive the Kingdom – and those who ignore the needs of the vulnerable inherit an alternate ending. 

Today, we narrow in on one simple sentence: “I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink.”

It sounds so ordinary, so small, so trivial, so easy. A cup of water. While water seems basic, it is necessary and life-giving. 

In the ancient world, water was not a convenience, it was survival. In first-century Palestine, access to clean water meant the difference between life and death. This is still an unfortunate reality in places of our world today. In the first century, hospitality laws were strong because survival depended on mutual care. To refuse someone water in a dry climate was not just rude, it was dangerous as it threatened the well-being of one’s guest.

When Jesus says, “I was thirsty,” he is speaking about real bodies, real deprivation, real urgency. We also know that thirst is not only physical. There is thirst for dignity. Thirst for belonging. Thirst for justice. Thirst for peace in a violent and divided world.

In Matthew 25, Jesus does something unsettling. He identifies himself not with the powerful, not with the comfortable, not with those who already have full cups, but with “the least of these.” The thirsty one is Jesus. That alone stretches us. 

Then we turn to Romans 12:18–21, and things stretch even further. Paul writes to the church in Rome: “If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all…If your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink…Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” This is radical!

Paul is writing to a small, vulnerable Christian community living in the heart of the Roman Empire. Rome was not neutral ground. It was the center of imperial power, a system that enforced peace through domination, crucifixion, and fear.

The early Christians had no political power. They were misunderstood and sometimes persecuted.

Paul does not tell them to withdraw into safety. He does not tell them to retaliate. He does not tell them to “win.” He says: feed your enemies and give them something to drink.

That line comes directly from Proverbs 25. In Hebrew wisdom tradition, giving food or water to your enemy was not weakness, it was a refusal to let hatred define you. It was a radical act of moral resistance.

Paul says feeding our enemies and giving them something to drink will “Heap burning coals on their heads!” Whew! That’s pretty intense! But this was not an act of revenge, but a metaphor that displays the practical application of Jesus’ call to love God, love our neighbor and to love our enemies. In the ancient world, fire symbolized purification and conviction. In other words, kindness has the power to awaken conscience. Goodness exposes evil by refusing to mirror it. This is not passive faith. It is courageous faith. This is revolutionary discipleship. Our enemies expect us to utilize the same, or more extreme force, in retaliation to their actions – but Jesus and Paul call us towards love and goodness.

Here’s where Matthew 25 and Romans 12 meet. In Matthew 25, Jesus says we meet him in the thirsty stranger. In Romans 12, Paul says we give water not just to friends, but also to enemies. Put them together, and the call becomes clear: Our faith becomes real when we quench thirst beyond our comfort zones.

It is one thing to give water to someone who thinks like us, votes like us, worships like us. It is another thing to extend goodness toward someone who has hurt us. Or dismissed us. Or represents a system we oppose.

But this is where our United Methodist theology helps anchor us. John Wesley taught that holiness is not just personal, it is social. We do not grow in faith alone. Grace transforms both hearts and systems. Personal piety and social justice belong together.

We have a reputation as the water bottle church. When we hand out water bottles at the Barr Street Farmers Market every summer, we are not just being nice. We are participating in what Wesley would call works of mercy, those tangible expressions of grace.

But here’s the deeper question: Are we only offering water to those who feel safe? Or are we becoming people who refuse to let division dictate our compassion?

Romans 12:18 says, “If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.” Let’s notice what Paul does there. He is realistic. “If it is possible.” Not every conflict resolves. Not every relationship heals. There are times we must shake the dust from our sandals and move on. So Paul says as far as it depends on you. We cannot control the other person’s thirst. But we can control whether we withhold water.

Then comes the line that feels almost impossible: “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”

As United Methodists, we promise in our baptismal vows: To resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever forms they present themselves.

Notice the object of resistance: Evil. Injustice. Oppression. Not people.

We resist systems that crush dignity. We resist policies that harm the vulnerable. We resist ideologies that dehumanize. But we do not surrender to hatred of human beings.

That distinction matters. Because in polarized times, it is very easy to blur the line. We tell ourselves we are fighting injustice. But sometimes we are just nurturing contempt. It’s much easier to belittle, demean, and call our perceived enemies names.

This is where the wisdom of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. becomes essential. One of the Kingian principles of nonviolence says: Attack forces of evil, not persons doing evil.

Dr. King understood something deeply essential to our Christian faith: People are often shaped by systems. Fear distorts judgment. Power corrupts imagination. Sin entangles. But no one is beyond the reach of grace.

King did not ignore injustice. He confronted it boldly, whether segregation, racist laws, or economic exploitation. But he refused to dehumanize those upholding those systems.

He believed the goal of nonviolence was not the humiliation of the opponent, but the creation of the beloved community.

And that is straight out of Romans 12. “Do not be overcome by evil.” Here is the danger: When we fight dehumanization with dehumanization, evil wins twice.

The Roman Empire overcame enemies with force. Scripture calls us to overcomes enemies with a cup of water. The cross itself is God’s refusal to retaliate. This is not naïve idealism. It is costly discipleship. So, what might this look like for us?

First, we continue to meet real, physical thirst. Support clean water initiatives. Advocate for equitable infrastructure. Show up this summer and hand out water bottles with joy. When we hand someone a bottle of water, we are saying: You matter. 

Second, and this may be harder: practice enemy-directed grace. Romans 12 does not ask us to pretend enemies don’t exist. Paul is not naïve. He knows harm is real. He knows injustice wounds real bodies. But he insists that evil does not get the last word in shaping who we become.

Here is where the gospel presses even deeper: When we look into the face of an enemy, we are not looking at a monster. We are looking at someone who is deeply and radically loved by Jesus. Someone for whom Christ died. Someone bearing the image of God, even if that image feels distorted. Someone who is, in ways we may not understand, our brother. Our sister.

This does not excuse harm. It does not erase accountability. It does not mean we stop resisting evil and injustice. As United Methodists, we are committed to renouncing evil and resisting injustice, oppression, and racism in whatever form they appear. We don’t stop that work. But viewing even our enemies as someone Jesus loves does mean we refuse to deny their humanity.

In Matthew 25, Jesus says, “When you did it to the least of these, you did it to me.” What if that includes the people we would rather avoid? What if Christ stands not only with those who suffer under injustice, but also with those trapped in systems of fear, misinformation, or hatred?

If Wesley was right that grace is always going before us, then even our enemies are already being pursued by God. If that is true, then when we give water, literal or metaphorical, we are cooperating with grace already at work.

To serve an enemy is to say: I will not reduce you to your worst action or opinion. I will not let the loudest division define your worth. I will not deny that you, too, are someone Christ loves.

That is not weakness. That is resurrection power. That is countercultural. That is radical. That is the opposite of what we see at the highest levels of leadership in our world today. As followers of Jesus, we recognize that evil thrives on dehumanization. The kingdom of this world thrives on recognition.

When we see our enemies as brothers and sisters, however estranged, we are not surrendering justice. We are anchoring justice in love. That is the only kind of justice that leads to peace.

We must refuse to dehumanize. Maybe it looks like refusing to mock someone online. Maybe it looks like listening before reacting. Maybe it looks like praying for someone whose worldview feels threatening. Maybe it looks like supporting policies that ensure even those we disagree with have access to healthcare, housing, clean water, and safety.

Matthew 25 whispers to us: The thirsty person might be Christ…and our enemy might be too. When we give water, we are not endorsing harm. We are embodying the kingdom. The kingdom looks like mercy, not domination; justice rooted in love, not vengeance.

Lent is a season of examining our thirst. Are we thirsty for being right? Or are we thirsty for righteousness? Are we thirsty for winning? Or are we thirsty for wholeness?

Jesus is still saying, “I was thirsty.” May we be a church that notices. May we be a church that gives. May we be a church that refuses to let hatred dry up our compassion. Because when we give water, even to an enemy, we are not just quenching thirst. We are participating in the life of Christ.

Last Words: I Was Hungry

Throughout the season of Lent, I’ll be sharing my Sunday messages on this blog. You can view the full service on the First Wayne Street UMC YouTube page.

Today is the first Sunday of the season of Lent. Lent is a season of reflection, repentance, and renewal. For forty days, we walk with Jesus toward the cross. We slow down. We tell the truth about ourselves. We examine our lives. We return to God. And each Sunday is intended to be a day of celebration, like a mini-Easter! 

Historically, Lent has been marked by fasting. Fasting is not about spiritual performance. It is not about proving how disciplined we are. Fasting is about making space. We give something up so that we can become more aware of our dependence on God, aware of our habits, aware of the needs around us. 

When we feel hunger during a fast, it reminds us that we are not self-sufficient. We rely on daily bread. We rely on grace. It might even awaken us to another kind of hunger.

Because Lent is not only reflection. It is not only repentance. It is not only renewal. Lent is also a call to action.

Before Jesus went to the cross, He gave words that reveal what truly matters. In Matthew 25:31–46, Jesus pulls back the curtain on the Kingdom and tells us what discipleship looks like when it is real.

He says: “I was hungry and you gave me food.”

Later in the passage, we find the key verse that grounds our whole Lenten series: “Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these, who are members of my family, you did it to me.” (Matthew 25:40)

This Lent, we are asking: What if every act of mercy is an act of worship? What if every gesture of compassion draws us closer to the heart of God? What if feeding someone isn’t just charity, but communion?

Let’s look at what Jesus does here. He does not say, “I was powerful.” He does not say, “I was impressive.” He does not say, “I was morally superior.”

He says, “I was hungry.” Jesus identifies Himself with physical hunger. That means hunger is not abstract. It is not theoretical. It is not someone else’s issue. Hunger is where Christ locates Himself. 

And hunger is real. It is real in our world. It is real in our nation. It is real in our community.

Children go to bed without enough food. Seniors stretch medication because groceries and medication cost too much. Parents skip meals so their kids can eat.

But there is also spiritual hunger. People hunger for hope. They hunger for dignity. They hunger to be seen. They hunger to matter.

And Jesus says that when we respond to that hunger, when we feed, when we nourish, when we care, we are responding to Jesus.

Serving the least matters because it is where we meet Christ.

Let’s be honest about something. In these United States, we often have polarizing conversations about which political party cares most, or the least, about the vulnerable. We debate platforms. We argue policies. We draw lines. 

But Jesus does not ask which party we belong to. He asks whether we fed Him.

Hunger was never intended to be a political matter. It is a faith matter. A spiritual matter. A Kingdom matter.

Jesus invites us to be the ones who respond to the needs of the most vulnerable around us. Not to post about it. Not to argue about it. Not to assign responsibility to someone else. Not to blame the party who presents legislation that cuts funding to food assistance programs. Jesus invites us to respond.

If we want to inherit the Kingdom, if we want to live inside the reality of Matthew 25, then we must be the ones who feed the hungry.

Not because it wins elections. Not because it proves moral superiority. But because it reveals whether Christ truly reigns in our hearts.

When allegiance to party replaces allegiance to Christ, we have drifted. When protecting power matters more than protecting people, we have lost our way.

The Kingdom of God is not built on domination. It is revealed in bread shared, dignity restored, and hunger relieved.

In our Wesleyan, United Methodist tradition, we call this personal and social holiness, where we commit to loving God and loving neighbor in concrete, embodied ways. We do not separate piety from mercy. We do not separate worship from justice. Feeding the hungry is not a side ministry of the church. It is central to discipleship.

While Jesus states that those who feed the hungry will inherit the Kingdom, this is not about earning salvation. It is about revealing discipleship. Jesus makes it clear: true faith shows up in tangible love. Love that moves. Love that gives. Love that feeds.

Serving the least matters because it aligns our hearts with God’s heart. Throughout Scripture, God consistently sides with the vulnerable. When we serve the hungry, we step into the flow of God’s own compassion.

It dismantles our illusion of separation. When we serve someone who is hungry, we realize how interconnected we are. Their need is not distant. It touches our lives. It changes us.

It forms us spiritually. Generosity reshapes our souls. Compassion softens our hearts. Action deepens our faith. In feeding others, we are fed. In giving bread, we receive grace. We are not called to admire compassion. We are called to practice it.

So here is one concrete way we can respond right now:

Our Food Cart Ministry: Next week, bring at least one item. A can of soup. Peanut butter. Cereal. Pasta. Don’t bring the can that’s been sitting in the back of your pantry since you moved into your home 25 years ago. Bring something you would eat. 

One item may feel small, but collectively, it becomes abundance. It becomes bread in someone’s hands. It becomes Christ present in our community. These gifts will support our partnership with Associated Churches and the East Wayne Street Center

What if fasting from one luxury this week allowed us to purchase one extra item for someone else? 

When we give to the East Wayne Street Center, we are not outsourcing compassion, we are participating in it.

While this collection will help address physical hunger, we all might be hungering for something. Lent asks us to consider: What are we hungry for?

Comfort? Control? Convenience? Or righteousness? Justice? Compassion?

When we fast, we retrain our appetites.
When we serve, we redirect our desires.

Instead of consuming more, we begin giving more.
Instead of ignoring hunger, we begin responding to it.

This is what it means to live out Matthew 25. 

Imagine standing before Christ at the end of all things. And He says, “I was hungry.” And you realize: That person at the food pantry, that person standing on the corner, that neighbor quietly struggling…that was Him.

The beauty of this passage is not fear. It is invitation. Christ is not hiding from us. Christ is revealing where He can be found. He is found in bread lines. He is found in food carts. He is found in acts of mercy.

Every time we feed someone, we step closer to the heart of God.

So this week: Bring one item and take one step. Because love expressed through action is what matters most.

Lent is a season of reflection, repentance, and renewal, but it is also a call to action. When we feed the hungry, when we embody compassion, when we practice mercy, we are not just helping someone else. We are worshiping.

Jesus said, “I was hungry.”  May we be the kind of people and church that answers, “Lord, here’s some food!”

When Power Becomes an Idol

As Lent begins, a season marked by repentance, reflection, and courageous truth-telling, I find myself carrying both grief and hope. This sacred season invites us to name what is broken, within us and within the Church, while refusing to surrender to despair. What follows is a hope-filled lament born from that tension: an honest reckoning with idolatry and power, and a stubborn commitment to the peaceable, merciful way of Christ.

I grew up in a faith tradition that told me integrity mattered. Not as a suggestion. Not as a partisan strategy. But as an essential principle of Christian discipleship.

Character mattered. Truth mattered. Sexual ethics mattered. Morality mattered. Humility mattered. How you treated the vulnerable mattered.

In my tradition, I was taught that faith was personal and social. I was taught that following Jesus meant loving God, loving neighbor and loving my enemies. I was taught that holiness was not about private piety alone but about the transformation of both hearts and systems. I was raised to believe that you could not separate morality from leadership.

And now I watch large segments of the Church align themselves with leaders and movements that embody the opposite of what we once called Christian character.

We excuse lying if it protects our agenda.
We tolerate cruelty if it secures political victories.
We dismiss racism as exaggeration.
We ignore misogyny as personality.
We defend vengeance as strength.

And when anyone raises concern, they are told they are naïve, woke, liberal, divisive, or unfaithful.

But let’s say what this is: This is not just political disagreement. This is the seduction of Christian nationalism. This is the idolatry of power.

Christian nationalism confuses the Kingdom of God with the kingdoms of this world. It baptizes partisan platforms as if they are divine mandates. It equates cultural dominance with faithfulness. It wraps the cross in a flag and calls it revival.

But the Kingdom Jesus proclaimed was never secured by coercion, fear, or domination.

In fact, when Jesus was offered political power in the wilderness, he refused it. When Peter reached for a sword, Jesus told him to put it away. When Pilate asked if he was a king, Jesus responded that his kingdom was not of this world.

And yet today, many Christians speak as if the survival of the gospel depends on seizing political control. That is not discipleship. That is fear. And when fear drives faith, power becomes an idol.

As United Methodists, we inherit a different legacy. John Wesley preached personal holiness and social holiness. Methodists have organized against slavery, advocated for prison reform and insisted that faith without works of mercy was hollow.

The early Methodists fed the hungry, educated children, visited prisoners, and cared for the sick…not to dominate culture, but to embody Christ. Today, United Methodists make a commitment to “resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever forms they present themselves.” We are called to dismantle racism, protect human dignity, pursue peace, and care for the marginalized. We believe in prevenient grace (God’s grace already at work in every person). We believe in sanctifying grace (we are capable of growth, repentance, and transformation).

I’ve come to believe through this United Methodist lens that sanctification cannot coexist with unrepentant cruelty. Holiness cannot coexist with the celebration of corruption.

If we preach that character matters in our churches but excuse immorality in our politics, we are not being pragmatic. We are being inconsistent. And people see it. If they don’t see it now, they’ll see it in the future and find themselves questioning the institution of the Church. 

Here is the question that keeps echoing in my mind: How do I reconcile the Christians who taught me morality mattered with their unwavering loyalty to what looks so blatantly immoral today?

The grief of the fading of the Church I once knew is real. It feels like betrayal when the moral framework that shaped you suddenly bends around power. It feels destabilizing when those who warned against idolatry now kneel at the altar of influence.

But here is what I am learning: The failure of the Church to embody Christ does not mean Christ has failed. Institutions drift. Movements lose their way. Leaders grasp for control. But the gospel remains.

Maybe this moment is an invitation. An invitation to disentangle Jesus from nationalism. An invitation to separate the cross from the flag. An invitation to confess where we have confused access to power with faithfulness to Christ.

The Church is at her worst when she seeks control. She is at her best when she seeks mercy.

Jesus did not say, “Blessed are the culture warriors.” He said, “Blessed are the peacemakers.”

He did not say, “Blessed are those who dominate.” He said, “Blessed are the meek.”

He did not say, “You will know them by their political victories.” He said, “You will know them by their love.”

So what do we do?

We practice what Wesley called “works of mercy.” We feed the hungry. We visit the imprisoned. We advocate for the oppressed. We tell the truth, even when it implicates “our side.” We refuse to dehumanize, even when we are dehumanized. We resist the idolatry of power by embodying the humility of Christ.

Peace is not passivity. It is active resistance to chaos.

Mercy is not weakness. It is moral courage.

Hope is not denial. It is stubborn fidelity to the way of Jesus.

Hope, for me, no longer rests in political saviors or institutional perfection. It rests in quiet faithfulness. In congregations that choose hospitality over hostility. In Christians who confess when they are wrong. In communities that love their neighbors without checking their voting record. In pastors who preach integrity even when it costs them.

If you are questioning the Church, you are not alone.

If you are grieving what you see, you are not faithless.

If you are clinging to the belief that integrity still matters, that compassion still matters, that truth still matters…that longing itself is evidence of grace.

The idolatry of power will not have the final word. Nationalism will not have the final word. Fear will not have the final word.

Love will.

And if we must choose between cultural dominance and Christlike mercy, we choose mercy.

If we must choose between political loyalty and gospel integrity, we choose integrity.

If we must choose between the idol of power and the Prince of Peace, we choose the Prince of Peace.

Every time.

In Defense of Testamints: Why Christians Are Committed to Making Alternatives No One Asked For

Whenever culture does, well, just about anything, somewhere a Christian committee springs into action!

“There’s a popular song on the radio…We need a Christian version.”

“There’s a movie people like….Get Kirk Cameron on the phone.”

“There’s a halftime show…Quick! Assemble the Praise & Production Team.”

Thus begins the sacred work of Christian alternatives. It’s become a parallel universe where everything exists, just slightly worse.

Over the years, we Christians have given the world Christian rock that insists it’s not worship music (but definitely is); Christian movies where the villain is almost always an atheist professor; Christian theater that mistakes volume for conviction…And yes, Testamints! The breath mint that boldly asks, What if we offer the world salvation…but minty?”

The motivation is almost always sincere (with a few exceptions where people just see it as a quicker way to make money and/or rise to fame…see the Christian music episode of South Park for an example). We want Christian values represented. We want something wholesome. We want to protect our kids.

But instead of creating art that’s beautiful, complex, and honest, we often settle for art that is inoffensive, over-explained, and opposed to metaphor.

You know the look. You know the sound. Christian art is often identifiable within seconds…not because it’s daring, but because it’s desperately afraid someone might miss the point.

We avoid silence. We remove any ambiguity. We always resolve the tension. 

Every character arc is a sermon illustration with legs. Every song chorus sounds like it was approved by three subcommittees, a doctrinal statement and a greeting card company. If it isn’t under-produced, it’s over-produced.

Let’s be honest, many Christian films make even the most forgettable Hallmark movie feel like a bold, experimental risk worthy of an Oscar. 

This is wild, because Christians claim to be telling the greatest story ever told! We have a book filled with incredible stories about a God who enters suffering, embraces complexity, and refuses easy answers. We have tremendous source material.

Yet, our storytelling and songwriting often feels like it doesn’t trust either God or the audience.

Christian art doesn’t struggle because it’s Christian. It struggles because it confuses clarity with depth and calls it faithfulness.

In 2025, the top Christian streaming artist, Forrest Frank, pulled in 1.2 billion U.S. streams. That’s genuinely impressive. He writes fun and catchy songs that reach a large audience. I mean, even I learned the trending Forrest Frank TikTok dance! His theology and political leanings may not be everyone’s cup of tea…but his music is definitely better than most Christian offerings out there.

Then, there’s 2025’s overall top streaming artist, Bad Bunny, with 19.8 billion streams. In case people were wondering, this is a large reason why he was invited to the Super Bowl…he’s the most popular recording artist in the world right now!

This is not oppression. This is not spiritual warfare. This is not the mainstream culture silencing Christians.

This is what happens when something connects beyond a niche subculture. The Super Bowl Halftime Show Planning Committee didn’t overlook us. The charts are not persecuting us. They are simply unimpressed.

There was a time when the church didn’t make “alternatives,” it made masterpieces. It invested in the fine arts.

Bach wasn’t writing “Christian-adjacent” music. Mozart wasn’t trying to be “safe.” They were crafting beauty because the church believed beauty mattered.

Today, we sometimes replace excellence with branding and call it ministry.

The recent halftime “alternative,” which originally sounded like it was going to be a Christian praise and worship gathering, until it suddenly became patriotic, perfectly captured our confusion.

It wasn’t rejected by the mainstream because it was Christian or patriotic. It wasn’t rejected because the world hates Jesus and refuses to change the channel to TBN. It wasn’t rejected because of persecution.

It was rejected because it wasn’t compelling. Parading an alternative as family-friendly and patriotic and then inviting Kid Rock to sing “Bawitaba” seems anything but family-friendly! 

Calling something an “alternative” does not make it art. Insisting people should like it because it’s not the mainstream does not make it good.

Here’s a wild idea…Christians should be able to recognize goodness even when it wasn’t made for us. We should be able to spot and celebrate joy, talent, creativity, energy, and beauty whether it was created as an act of worship or not. 

Sometimes that shows up in a hymn or praise chorus. Sometimes it shows up in a novel. Sometimes it shows up in a halftime show that looks nothing like Sunday morning. And that’s okay.

We are not being persecuted because our favorite artist wasn’t invited to the Super Bowl. And if “family-friendly” is the goal, defending questionable picks with “But he also sang a song that reflects his personal growth” is not mature spiritual discernment. That’s just creative rationalization and justification.

At the center of Christian faith is the Incarnation…not God creating a safer, parallel universe, but God entering this one. This messy, loud, complicated, and real universe. Maybe we should follow Jesus, and instead of creating a safe Christian alternative, we should enter into the one that is all around us…with the light, love, goodness and creativity of the God who called it all into existence.

There are strands of Christian theology that insist that all truth is God’s truth, beauty is never wasted, and the image of God shows up in unexpected places.

The Gospel does not need to be dumbed down, sanitized, or rebranded to survive.

So maybe the call is simple. Maybe we should stop making Christian alternatives. Stop settling for “good enough.” Stop confusing safety with faithfulness.

Maybe we should make art that’s honest. Let’s make art that’s excellent. Let’s make art worthy of the story we’re telling.

Because the Good News doesn’t need breath mints. It needs beauty.

This is the Line

Before anything else, let me say this plainly: If the church has hurt you…If you are grieving what faith used to be for you…If you feel disappointed, exhausted, angry, or quietly heartbroken by Christians or Christian institutions…

There is room for you. There is space for your grief. There is no rush to “fix” it or spiritualize it away.

Jesus never scolded people for being wounded by religion. He consistently made room for them.

Many of us are carrying church-shaped bruises these days. Some are fresh. Some go way back. Some are the result of hypocrisy, exclusion, abuse of power, or faith used as a weapon rather than a healing balm. If you’ve stepped back, grown quieter, or are holding onto a mustard seed of faith with open hands instead of clenched fists—that doesn’t make you faithless. It makes you honest.

So, let’s move forward…together, with compassion for ourselves and one another. 

In the midst of all the noise, outrage, and confusion swirling around faith, politics and culture, I want to name my line.

Love.

Not vaguely sentimental love. Not politeness. Not “bless your heart” spirituality. Not the “real love” that Mary J. Blige sang about…But the kind of love Jesus lived, taught, and embodied. The love that costs something and gives something at the same time.

Some may argue that Scripture can be contradictory and unclear. However, when it comes to love, Jesus was remarkably clear.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength… and you shall love your neighbor as yourself” (Mark 12:30–31).

“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” (John 13:35).

“Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you” (Luke 6:27). 

“Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful” (Luke 6:36).

This is the line Jesus draws again and again.

It’s not about who’s in and who’s out (though He does explore what happens to those who share or withhold love in Matthew 25:31-46).

It’s not about who’s right and who’s wrong…or who wins or dominates or shouts the loudest.

It’s about one word…Love.

That doesn’t mean love never confronts or avoids telling the truth. Jesus was loving and honest, compassionate and courageous. But love was always the point. 

If what we’re doing doesn’t look like love, sound like love, or move toward love, it’s time to pause and reassess.

Here’s some good news that often gets lost: following Jesus was never meant to feel like carrying the weight of the world alone. We will face triumphs and trials, joy and pain (“give it to ’em, Rob Base!“), calm and chaos…but we don’t have to face these things alone.

Jesus invites the tired and burdened to rest (Matthew 11:28). He feeds people before he teaches them. He notices outsiders. He laughs at dinner tables. He tells stories with humor, irony, and surprise. He welcomes the marginalized and outcast. He trusts flawed people and seems oddly unconcerned with perfection.

The United Methodist tradition puts language to this grace-filled reality. We believe that God’s grace meets us before we know we need it (prevenient grace), walks with us as we grow (sanctifying grace), and never lets go when we stumble (justifying grace). We believe (or at least I believe) that grace is not fragile, love is not scarce, and hope is not naïve.

So maybe this season isn’t about fixing the church all at once…or at all? Maybe it’s about being the church in small, faithful ways.

We can show the love Jesus calls us to embody when we choose kindness when cruelty is easier, practice generosity in a culture of scarcity, listen instead of label, laugh when joy feels rebellious, authentically show up with a commitment to be open and honest. 

Maybe this love Jesus calls us to is about embodying the fruits of the Spirit, not as a checklist, but as a way of life: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22–23). It’s not flashy or trendy (or at least it shouldn’t be), but it does change lives.

If you’re still reading this…please know that you don’t have to carry the whole church on your shoulders. You don’t have to argue with everyone. You don’t have to explain yourself constantly. You’re allowed to choose love. You’re allowed to choose joy. You’re allowed to choose Jesus, even when others distort him.

This is the line I’m committing to…to love God and love people, to tell the truth with humility, to make room for grace, and to trust that the Spirit is still at work. 

If you ever find yourself saying, “I’m not sure where I fit anymore,” you’re not alone. Here’s some good news…The table Jesus sets is wide. There’s room for doubt and hope, laughter and tears, faith that’s confident and faith that’s hanging on by a thread.

This is the line…or at least my line…Love still leads us. Grace still holds us. Hope still matters. The Spirit is still moving

And I still believe that is more than enough.