Category: Faith Ponderings

What if We’re Getting Worship Wrong?

by Pastor Scott Strissel

Hey there, friends. Imagine this: you’re sitting in church, the lights are low, the band’s playing that one song that always gives you chills, and you’re feeling… something. You call it worship. Or maybe you’re out in the woods, the sun’s filtering through the trees, and your heart swells with awe. That’s worship too, right? But what if worship is bigger than those moments? What if it’s not just a song, a feeling, or a Sunday service? What if we’ve been putting worship in a box when it’s supposed to be our entire life?

I’m diving into this question today because, honestly, it’s been messing with me. I keep coming back to Romans 12:1, where Paul says, “Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.” Let that sink in. A living sacrifice. Not a song. Not a moment. Your whole life—every breath, every choice, every messy, ordinary moment—offered to God. That’s worship.

So, let’s unpack this together. What is worship, really? What isn’t it? And why does it matter so much?

Worship: More Than a Moment

When you hear “worship,” what’s the first thing that pops into your head? For a lot of us, it’s tied to music or church. We picture hands raised, eyes closed, maybe a few tears. And don’t get me wrong—those moments can be powerful. But if we stop there, we’re selling worship short. Romans 12:1 isn’t about an hour on Sunday; it’s about Monday morning in the carpool line, Wednesday night at the kitchen sink, Friday afternoon when you’re exhausted and still have to show up for someone.

Think about the word “sacrifice.” In the Old Testament, sacrifices were intense—animals were brought to the altar, blood was shed, it was a total surrender. But Paul says, “Forget the dead offering. Be a living one.” Your life—your commute, your arguments, your dreams, your failures—is the offering God wants. It’s like God’s saying, “I don’t just want your songs. I want you. All of you.”

That’s wild, right? It means worship isn’t confined to “spiritual” moments. It’s the way you listen to a friend who’s hurting. It’s choosing forgiveness when you’d rather hold a grudge. It’s taking care of your body, stewarding your time, even resting—because all of it belongs to God. Psalm 24:1 says, “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.” If everything is His, then every moment is a chance to worship.

What Worship Isn’t

But here’s where we can get tripped up. Sometimes we make worship something it’s not. It’s not a performance. You don’t have to hit the right notes or say the perfect prayer to impress God. It’s not a transaction either—like, “If I sing loud enough, God will bless me.” And it’s not just a feeling. You don’t need goosebumps or a spiritual high for it to count.

Look at Romans 12:1 again. Paul ties worship to God’s mercy. It’s not about earning God’s favor; it’s a response to the grace He’s already poured out. John 4:23-24 backs this up when Jesus says true worshipers worship “in spirit and in truth.” It’s not about the externals—it’s about a heart surrendered to God, whether you’re in a cathedral or a cubicle.

And here’s another thing: worship isn’t about comparing yourself to others. We’ve all been there, right? You see someone at church, hands raised, totally lost in the moment, and you think, “Man, I’m not spiritual enough.” Or you scroll Instagram and see someone praying at sunrise, and you feel like your quiet time is lame. But worship isn’t a competition. God’s not grading your vibe. He’s after your heart.

The Sacredness of the Ordinary

So, if worship is this all-of-life thing, what does that look like? I think it starts with seeing the sacred in the ordinary. Colossians 3:17 says, “And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Whatever you do. That means your work, your parenting, your grocery shopping—it’s all potential worship.

What if you started noticing where God’s already showing up in your day? Maybe it’s in the laughter of your kids, or the way a coworker encourages you, or even the frustration of a hard conversation. What if you paused in those moments and said, “God, this is for You. This is my worship”?

But let’s be real—this can feel overwhelming. If every moment is worship, then every moment matters. There’s no part of your life that’s off-limits. Your anger, your doubts, your Netflix binges—they’re all on the table. That’s a lot to hold. But here’s the flip side: it’s also incredibly freeing. Because it means there’s no moment where God isn’t with you. No part of your life is too mundane or too broken to be holy. Your kitchen, your office, your hospital bed—it’s all sacred ground.

The Hard Question

Here’s where I want to get a little uncomfortable. Are there parts of your life you’re holding back from God? Maybe it’s your work—you think it’s too “secular” to be spiritual. Or your relationships—you’re not sure how they fit into this worship thing. Or maybe it’s your struggles—the shame, the fear, the stuff you don’t even want to name. What would it look like to bring those to the altar too? Not to fix them, but to say, “God, this is me. This is my sacrifice. Take it.”

Isaiah 1:11-17 is a gut-punch here. God tells His people He’s tired of their sacrifices and religious routines because their hearts aren’t in it. He says, “Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed.” Worship isn’t just singing—it’s living justly, loving mercy, walking humbly (Micah 6:8). It’s letting God into every corner of your life, even the messy ones.

Living as Worship

So, how do we do this? I don’t have a perfect formula, but I think it starts with paying attention. Slow down and notice God in your day. Offer Him the small stuff—the way you speak to your spouse, the way you handle stress. And let go of the pressure to make worship look a certain way. Your life, as it is, is enough.

Here’s a challenge: pick one ordinary or messy part of your life today—maybe your work, your parenting, or even your doubts—and offer it to God as worship. Say, “This is my living sacrifice.” Trust that He sees it, and He’s pleased.

Friends, Romans 12:1 is an invitation to see your life differently. To see every moment as a chance to worship, not because you’re perfect, but because God’s mercy is that big. Because He’s that near. So, let’s live with our eyes open to the sacredness of it all. Let’s offer our whole selves—our joys, our struggles, our everything—as our true and proper worship.

What’s one part of your life you could offer to God today? And what would it look like to trust that it’s enough? Let’s wrestle with that. Let’s live it. And let’s keep showing up to this wild, beautiful, sacred life, giving it all to the One who’s already holding it.

Grace & Peace.
-Pastor Scott.

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Don’t Lose Heart.

Hey there, you beautiful soul. Let’s just pause for a second, wherever you are—sipping coffee, folding laundry, or maybe stealing a quiet moment in the car. I want us to lean into something together, something ancient yet still alive, something that feels like the still, small voice of the Divine. We’re going to dig into a few verses from 2 Corinthians 4:16-18, and I promise, they’re like a tiny spark that can light up the whole room of your heart. Here they are:

“Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

Wow. Just… wow. Can you feel or sense the substance of those two verses? The tenderness? Paul, this guy who’s been through shipwrecks and prisons and all sorts of chaos, starts with this bold, gentle nudge: Don’t lose heart. It’s like he’s sitting across from you at a coffee shop, looking you in the eyes, saying, “I know it’s hard. I know you’re tired. But don’t give up.”

What does that stir in you? Because, let’s be real—sometimes life feels like it’s fraying at the edges. Maybe your body’s aching, or your heart’s carrying a grief that’s too heavy to name. Maybe it’s just the slow grind of the everyday, where you’re juggling bills and schedules and a million little worries. Paul sees that. He’s not pretending it’s all fine. He says, Outwardly, we’re wasting away. That’s honest, isn’t it? Things break down. Bodies age. Plans unravel.

But then—oh, then—he flips the script. Inwardly, we’re being renewed day by day. Isn’t that wild? It’s like there’s this quiet, steady work happening inside you, even when you can’t see it. Like a seed splitting open under the soil, or the first hint of dawn before the sun even crests the horizon. Renewal. Not a one-time fireworks show, but a daily, almost invisible unfolding. What if that’s true? What if, right now, in the middle of whatever you’re carrying, something new is being born in you?

And then Paul goes deeper. He calls our troubles light and momentary. Now, I don’t know about you, but sometimes my troubles feel like boulders, not feathers. Momentary? Some of you are thinking, “Paul, this pain has been my companion for years.” So what’s he doing here? I don’t think he’s dismissing our struggles. I think he’s inviting us to zoom out, to see the bigger canvas. These troubles, as real as they are, aren’t the whole story. They’re weaving something—something Paul calls an eternal glory.

Glory. That word’s got some heft, doesn’t it? In the Bible, it’s this sense of radiance, of divine weight, of something so real it makes everything else feel like a shadow. Your pain, your questions, your long nights—they’re not wasted. They’re part of this mysterious process, shaping something eternal, something that far outweighs the heaviness you’re carrying. Can you imagine that? That the stuff you’re walking through is somehow contributing to a beauty that’s bigger than you can grasp?

And here’s where Paul gets really mischievous: So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. Okay, Paul, how do you see the unseen? It’s like he Ascendant, right? It’s this cosmic paradox, this invitation to shift your gaze. The seen—the doctor’s report, the bank account, the broken relationship—that’s real, but it’s temporary. The unseen—the love that holds you, the hope that flickers, the divine presence that’s closer than your breath—that’s eternal. It’s like one of those optical illusions where you see a vase, but then you blink, and it’s two faces. Paul’s saying, “Blink. Look again. See the eternal.”

So, how do we do this? How do we train our hearts to notice the unseen? Maybe it’s as simple as starting your day with a breath and a question: What’s renewing in me today? Maybe it’s naming one thing you’re grateful for, even if it’s just the warmth of your coffee mug. Maybe it’s sitting in silence for a minute, letting yourself feel connected to something bigger. These aren’t grand gestures. They’re small, daily practices that tune your soul to the frequency of the eternal.

Here’s the thing: this isn’t about ignoring the pain or slapping a smiley face sticker on your struggles. Feel it all—the ache, the fear, the questions. But don’t let that be the only story. There’s another story, an unseen one, where renewal is happening, where glory is being forged, where the eternal is breaking through.

So, my friend, wherever you are today—whether you’re standing tall or barely holding on—don’t lose heart. Fix your eyes on the unseen. Trust that something beautiful, something eternal, is unfolding. And here’s an open-ended invitation: What’s one tiny way you can practice seeing the unseen today? Maybe it’s a moment of gratitude, a kind word to someone, or just a deep breath where you whisper, “I’m not alone.” What’s stirring in you? Let it simmer. Let it lead you somewhere new.

Grace and peace, always.
-Pastor Scott.

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When Sunday School Answers Fall Short…

by Pastor Scott

You ever get tired of the neat, tidy answers? You know the ones I’m talking about—those churchy, Sunday School responses that get tossed out like a life preserver when life’s questions feel more like a tsunami. “God’s got a plan.” “Just trust and obey.” “It’ll all work out in the end.” They’re not wrong, necessarily. But sometimes, they feel like Band-Aids on a broken bone. Life’s complicated, messy, and raw. And sometimes, the harder we try to wrap it up in a neat little bow, the more it unravels.

I’m sitting here, sipping my coffee, staring out the window at a world that doesn’t always make sense. Maybe you’re there too. Maybe you’ve asked, Why did this happen? Why him/her? Why now? Maybe you’ve prayed until your knees ached, and the heavens stayed silent. Or maybe you’ve watched someone you love wrestle with pain so deep it makes your chest hurt just to think about it. And when you bring those questions to church, you get… a platitude. A verse quoted like it’s a magic wand. A smile that says, “Don’t dig too deep.”

But what if the digging is the point? What if the wrestling is where we meet God? What if, within that tension, real faith, even in the unknown, gets galvanized?

Let’s talk about Jacob for a second. You know the story—Genesis 32. He’s alone by the Jabbok River, and he ends up in this all-night wrestling match with a mysterious figure. Some say it’s God, some say an angel, but whoever it is, Jacob’s not letting go. He’s got questions. He’s got baggage. He’s got a past he’s running from and a future he’s terrified of. And in the struggle, he gets a limp—and a new name. Israel. “One who strives with God.”

Isn’t that something? God doesn’t smite Jacob for wrestling. He doesn’t hand him a scroll with all the answers. He meets him in the fight. And Jacob walks away changed, but not fixed. He’s still got the limp.

What if that’s us? What if the limp is part of the deal? What if the questions—the ones that keep you up at night, the ones that make you wonder if you’re even doing this faith thing right—are the very place where God shows up?

I’m so tired of pretending we’ve got it all figured out. I’m tired of hearing, “Just read Romans 8:28, and you’ll be fine.” Don’t get me wrong—that verse is gold. “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” It’s true. But it’s not a vending machine promise. It doesn’t mean every tragedy comes with a PowerPoint explaining why. Sometimes, we’re left with the tension. The mystery. The ache.

And that’s okay.

Think about Job. The guy loses everything—his kids, his wealth, his health. His friends show up with their Sunday School answers, basically saying, “You must’ve sinned, brah. Repent, and it’ll all be fine.” Job’s like, No, I didn’t do anything to deserve this. And he demands an audience with God. He’s bold. He’s raw. He’s not afraid to say, This doesn’t make sense, and I’m not okay with it.

When God finally speaks, does He give Job a flow chart of why bad things happen? Nope. He shows up in a whirlwind and says, Were you there when I laid the earth’s foundation? It’s not an answer—it’s a perspective shift. God’s like, I’m bigger than your questions, but I’m still here with you. And somehow, that’s enough for Job. Not because he gets it, but because he trusts.

So, here’s the challenging, hard question for us today: Can we trust God when the answers don’t come? Can we sit in the tension of I don’t know and still believe He’s good? Can we let go of the need to have it all figured out and just… wrestle?

I also think about Jesus in Gethsemane. He’s sweating blood, begging for another way. “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me.” (Luke 22:42). Even Jesus, the Son of God, had a moment where the plan didn’t feel okay. But then He says, “Yet not my will, but yours be done.” That’s not a Sunday School answer. That’s surrender in the face of the unknown. That’s trust when the road ahead looks like a cross.

So, what about you? What’s the question you’re wrestling with? The one you’re afraid to say out loud because it feels too big, too messy, too unspiritual? What if you brought it to God—not for an answer, but for a fight? What if you said, I’m not letting go until you bless me—not with clarity, but with presence?

Here’s what I’m learning: Faith isn’t about having all the answers. (I used to think it was, but it certainly isn’t) It’s about trusting God in the questions. It’s about showing up to the mat, night after night, even when you’re tired, even when you’re limping. Because God’s not afraid of your struggle. He’s not offended by your doubt. He’s there, in the dark, ready to wrestle.

So, let’s stop pretending we’ve got it all together – because we don’t. Let’s stop handing out churchy clichés like they’re the cure for everything. Let’s be honest about the hard stuff—the grief, the fear, the why that echoes in our souls. And let’s trust that God is big enough to handle it. That He’s good enough to hold us, even when we don’t understand.

As it says in Psalm 23:4, “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.” Not because I get it. Not because it all makes sense. But because He’s with me.

So, keep wrestling, my friend. Keep asking. Keep limping. And trust that the God who meets you in the struggle is the same God who carries you through.

What’s the question you’re afraid to ask? And what would it look like to bring it to God—not for an answer, but for Him?
-Grace & Peace,
Pastor Scott

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Discovering Your Calling – One Path or Many?

By Pastor Scott

Hello, friends. Welcome to Pastor’s Ponderings, a space where we sit together, hearts open, and wonder about the big questions. No need for tidy answers or neat conclusions—just a willingness to lean into the mystery of God. Today, I’m pondering something that keeps so many of us awake at night: calling. What does it mean to discover your calling? Is there one singular path God has laid out for you, like a cosmic GPS blinking “You Are Here”? Or is life something wider, messier, more… alive? Let’s explore this together, through the lens of Scripture and the quiet whispers of the Spirit.

The other day, I was walking through the park, watching leaves spiral down from the trees, each one dancing in its own chaotic, beautiful way. I wondered, Does every leaf have a calling? To land in just the right spot? Or is the falling itself the point? We humans, we crave the one thing—the one job, the one mission, the one purpose that makes sense of our existence. We want to know we’re on the right path.

But when I open Scripture, it’s like God gently chuckles at our need for a straight line. Take Jeremiah 1:5, where God says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; before you were born, I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” That’s specific, isn’t it? Jeremiah’s got a clear calling: prophet, nations, go. But then I think about Moses. He starts as a prince in Egypt, becomes a fugitive, then spends decades as a shepherd before God shows up in a burning bush and says, “Now you’re going to lead my people out of slavery.” Was Moses’ calling always to be a liberator? What about those 40 years tending sheep? Were they a detour, or were they part of the calling?

This is where it gets interesting. We love the idea of a singular calling because it feels safe. “Tell me the one thing I’m supposed to do, God, and I’ll do it.” But Scripture doesn’t always play along. Consider Paul. He’s a tentmaker, a Pharisee, a persecutor of Christians, and then—bam—blinded on the road to Damascus, he becomes an apostle to the Gentiles. But even then, his life isn’t just one thing. He’s preaching, writing letters, making tents to pay the bills, surviving shipwrecks, sitting in prisons. Was his calling just “apostle”? Or was it the whole messy, beautiful tapestry of his life?

Ecclesiastes 3:1 offers a clue: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” A season. Not a single moment, not a single job, but seasons. Planting, uprooting, weeping, laughing, building, tearing down. What if your calling isn’t one thing, but a rhythm? A dance through seasons, where God is weaving something bigger than you can see?

Maybe the question isn’t “What’s my calling?” but “Who am I becoming?” When Jesus calls the disciples in Matthew 4:19, he doesn’t hand them a five-year plan. He simply says, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Follow me. Not “Here’s the map.” Not “Here’s the job description.” Just… follow. Trust. Walk.

That’s scary, isn’t it? We want certainty. We want to know we’re not wasting our lives. But what if the wasting is the point? What if the detours, the failures, the seasons of not-knowing are where God is shaping us? Psalm 139:16 says, “Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” All the days. Not just the shiny ones where you feel like you’re “living your purpose.” Every day. The days you’re changing diapers, the days you’re stuck in a cubicle, the days you’re crying because you don’t know what’s next. God’s writing something in all of them.

Here’s where I’m landing, friends: I don’t think Scripture points us to one singular calling. It points us to a Caller. To a God who says, “Walk with me. Trust me. Let me shape you through every season, every stumble, every joy.” Your calling isn’t a destination; it’s a relationship. It’s showing up, day after day, saying, “Here I am, God. What’s next?”

And maybe that’s freeing. Maybe it means you don’t have to have it all figured out. Maybe the barista pouring coffee with love, the accountant crunching numbers with integrity, the artist creating beauty in obscurity—they’re all living their calling, right now, because they’re doing it with God.

So, what’s stirring in you? Are you chasing the one big thing? Or are you starting to see the beauty in the seasons, in the mess, in the not-knowing? I’d love to hear your thoughts—drop a comment or send me a message. This is a journey we’re on together.

Let’s close with a prayer: God, you are here. In every season, in every question, you are writing our story. Help us trust you. Help us follow. Amen.

Thanks for pondering with me, friends. Until next time, keep wondering, keep walking, keep trusting.
Grace & Peace,
-Pastor Scott.

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Forgiveness and Reconciliation: Why Is It So Hard?

-Pastor Scott

Hey there, you beautiful, messy, wandering souls. Welcome to Faith Ponderings, where we don’t just ask the big questions—we lean into them, poke at them, let them breathe. I’m Pastor Scott, your fellow traveler, your co-wonderer, your let’s-get-curious-about-the-hard-stuff companion. No quick fixes here, no bumper-sticker theology. Just us, the Spirit, and a whole lot of holy mystery.

Today, we’re diving into something that’s both a knife to the heart and a balm to the soul: forgiveness. And not just forgiveness, but reconciliation—that next step, that harder step, where you try to rebuild something after it’s been shattered. Why is it so hard? Like, so damn hard? Why does it feel like you’re climbing a mountain with no summit, lugging a backpack stuffed with rocks labeled “hurt,” “betrayal,” and “they don’t even get it”?

Grab a coffee, a journal, or just a quiet corner of your soul. Let’s sit with this. Let’s wrestle. Let’s see where the Spirit takes us.

The Gritty Beauty of Forgiveness

You ever notice how we love the idea of forgiveness? It sounds so good on paper. “Forgive and forget.” “Let it go.” Cue the Disney soundtrack, right? But then you try it, and it’s like… whoa. This isn’t a Hallmark card. This is gritty. This is raw. This is you staring at the person who hurt you—or maybe just their ghost in your memory—and your heart screams, “I can’t. I won’t. They don’t deserve it.”

And here’s the thing: that feeling? It’s real. It’s human. It’s not wrong to feel it. Forgiveness isn’t a transaction, like paying a bill or checking a box. It’s a journey. A process. A tearing-open of your soul to say, “I’m not gonna let this wound define me anymore.” It’s a gift you give yourself, with God’s help, to set your heart free.

But reconciliation? Oh, that’s another beast. That’s saying, “Not only am I letting go of this pain, but I’m gonna try to rebuild something with you. Something new. Something fragile.” And that’s where it gets messy. Because while forgiveness is yours to give, reconciliation takes two.

What Does Scripture Say?

Let’s go to the Bible, because it doesn’t shy away from this mess. In Matthew 18:21-22, Peter—good ol’ Peter, always asking what we’re thinking—comes to Jesus and says, “Lord, how many times should I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Seven! Peter’s feeling generous. That’s a lot of forgiveness. But Jesus? He blows it up. “Not seven times, but seventy-seven times.” Or in some translations, seventy times seven. Jesus is saying, “Peter, stop counting. Forgiveness isn’t a math problem. It’s a way of being.”

But here’s what gets me: Jesus doesn’t say, “And then reconcile every time.” Forgiveness is one thing—you release the debt, you let go of the grudge. Reconciliation, though? That’s a bridge you build together. It takes trust, rebuilt brick by brick. It takes the other person showing up, owning their stuff, saying, “I see the hurt I caused.” And sometimes… they don’t. Sometimes they can’t. Sometimes they won’t.

So what do you do then? Do you keep forgiving, seventy-seven times, while they keep swinging? Or is there a point where you say, “I forgive you, but I can’t walk with you anymore”? That’s the tension. That’s where we sit, in the ache, asking, “God, what now?”

Joseph’s Story: A Slow, Cautious Dance

Let’s look at Joseph in Genesis 45. This guy’s brothers sold him into slavery. Slavery. Years of betrayal, pain, abandonment. And yet, when he’s standing there, powerful in Egypt, and his brothers show up, he doesn’t just forgive them—he weeps, he embraces them, he reconciles. But it wasn’t instant. It took years. It took his brothers showing some remorse, some change. And even then, Joseph tested them. He didn’t fling open the door and say, “All good!” He watched. He waited. He protected his heart.

I wonder… is that what reconciliation looks like? A slow, cautious dance? A willingness to hope, but not a blindness to reality? Because we love the story of the prodigal son in Luke 15:11-32—the father running out, arms wide, party planned. It’s beautiful. But what if the son came back and said, “I’m not sorry, I just need more cash”? Would the father still throw the party? Or would he say, “I love you, I forgive you, but we’re not there yet”?

The Tension of Reconciliation

This is why it’s so hard. Forgiveness is yours to give—it’s a gift you offer, even if the other person never receives it. But reconciliation? That’s a bridge you build together. And sometimes, the other side isn’t ready to meet you halfway. Sometimes, they’re not safe to build with. Maybe they’re still wielding the same weapons that hurt you. Maybe they’ll never say sorry. And that’s where we need wisdom. That’s where we need prayer, community, maybe even a good therapist to help us sort through the wreckage.

Some of us are carrying wounds from people who will never apologize. A parent who failed you. A friend who betrayed you. A spouse who broke your trust. And the church—oh, the church—sometimes tells us, “Just forgive! Move on! Be the bigger person!” But what if being the bigger person means saying, “I forgive you, but I need boundaries”? What if it means loving from a distance? Is that less holy? Or is that just… human?

Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” I love that. God’s not standing there saying, “Hurry up and forgive so I can love you.” He’s binding up your wounds. He’s healing your broken heart. And maybe forgiveness is part of that healing—not for them, but for you. To set you free. To say, “This hurt doesn’t get to own me anymore.”

Forgiveness vs. Reconciliation: A Holy Distinction

Here’s where I’m landing, friends. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself, with God’s help, to let go of the poison. It’s saying, “I’m not gonna let this grudge eat me alive.” It’s a solo act, a sacred release. Reconciliation, though? That’s a mutual project. It’s a bridge you build, but only when it’s safe, only when there’s shared work. Sometimes, reconciliation means restoring a relationship to what it was. Other times, it means building something new—something different, something that honors the truth of what happened.

And God? He’s in both. He’s in the letting go and the rebuilding. He’s in the tears and the boundaries. He’s in the “I forgive you” and the “I can’t trust you right now.” He’s writing a story of healing, even when it’s messy.

Where Are You in This?

So, where are you in this? What’s stirring in your heart? Are you stuck on forgiving someone, wrestling with that seventy-seven times thing? Or are you wondering if reconciliation is even possible—or safe? Maybe you’re carrying guilt because you can’t reconcile, and you’re wondering if that makes you a bad Christian. Can I just say… you’re not alone. This is hard. It’s supposed to be hard. It’s holy work, but it’s not instant. It’s a journey.

Here’s a challenge: Take a moment to reflect. Journal it out, pray it through, or just sit in the quiet. Ask yourself:

  • What hurt am I carrying that I need to release?
  • Is there a relationship where reconciliation is possible, or do I need boundaries instead?
  • How is God inviting me to heal, right here, right now?

And if you’re feeling stuck, share your ponderings. Drop a comment, send me a message, or talk it out with someone you trust. We’re in this together.

A Closing Prayer

Let’s close with a breath. Inhale… exhale… God, you see the hurts we carry. You see the walls we’ve built, the bridges we’re scared to cross. Heal us. Guide us. Show us how to forgive, how to love, how to be whole. Amen.

Thanks for being here, you beautiful souls. This is Faith Ponderings, and I’m Pastor Scott. Keep asking, keep wrestling, keep trusting. Peace to you.

What’s stirring in you? Share your thoughts in the comments below. Let’s keep pondering together.

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Breaking the Silence: A Pastor’s Pondering on Mental Health

Hey there, friends, happy Monday! In just a few days it will be May, and May is Mental Health Awareness Month. So, I thought it would be helpful to write about this topic today. Mental health can, unfortunately be a taboo topic often tiptoed or whispered about in church hallways or avoided altogether because it feels too raw, too messy, too…unspiritual. But what if I told you that mental health is as much a part of our sacred journey as prayer, worship, or loving our neighbor? What if the struggles we face in our minds are not a sign of weakness but an invitation to deeper grace?

A while back, I sat down with a colleague at work (I work for a Mental Health non-profit), we’ll call her Lisa (that’s not her real name), a counselor who’s spent years walking alongside folks wrestling with anxiety, depression, and everything in between. I wanted to know: Why is it so hard for us, especially in the church, to talk about mental health? Why do we slap a stigma on it like it’s something to be ashamed of? And what would it look like for us to tear that stigma down, brick by brick, and build something new in its place?

Lisa leaned back in her chair, her eyes soft but piercing, and said something that stuck with me: “Scott, we’ve got this unspoken rule in a lot of churches. It’s like, if you’re struggling mentally, you’re somehow failing at faith. Like your depression means you don’t trust God enough or your anxiety is a lack of surrender. But that’s not how it works. That’s not how any of this works.”

And I felt that. Deep in my gut. Because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the way we sidestep conversations about mental health in our congregations. I’ve seen the way people hide their pain because they’re afraid of being judged, of being told to “just pray harder” or “give it to God.” I’ve seen it in my own life, too. There was a season when I was carrying so much—pastoring a church, raising kids, trying to be a good husband—and I felt like I was drowning. I didn’t have the language for it then, but looking back, I was wrestling with anxiety. And you know what? I didn’t tell a soul. Not because I didn’t want help, but because I was terrified of what people would think. A pastor with anxiety? Come on, Scott, pull it together.

But here’s the thing: God didn’t create us to hide. From Him, from each other, from ourselves. Genesis tells us we were made in God’s image, fearfully and wonderfully crafted, every part of us—our hearts, our minds, our messy, beautiful, complicated souls. And when our minds hurt, when our thoughts spiral, when the weight of the world feels like too much, that’s not a betrayal of God’s design. It’s part of being human in a broken world.

Lisa put it this way: “Mental health struggles are like any other kind of pain. If you break your leg, you don’t sit there and pray for the bone to magically heal while refusing to see a doctor. You get a cast, you do the physical therapy, you let people help you. Why should it be any different with our mental health? Therapy, medication, support groups—these aren’t signs of failure. They’re tools. They’re gifts.”

That hit me hard. Gifts. What if we started seeing mental health care as a gift? Not just for the person struggling, but for the whole community? Because when one of us is hurting, we’re all hurting. And when one of us finds healing, we’re all lifted up. That’s the body of Christ, right? We carry each other’s burdens. We celebrate each other’s victories. We don’t leave anyone behind.

So, let’s talk about the stigma. Where does it come from? I think part of it is fear. We’re afraid of what we don’t understand. Mental health can feel like this big, mysterious thing, and it’s easier to push it away than to lean in and listen. Part of it is history, too. For a long time, the church hasn’t known what to do with mental health. We’ve leaned on spiritual answers for everything, and while I believe with all my heart that God is our ultimate healer, I also believe He gave us brains to create medicine, hearts to offer compassion, and communities to hold each other up.

And let’s be honest: sometimes it’s pride. We want to look like we’ve got it all together. We want to be the strong ones, the faithful ones, the ones who never waver. But you know what’s stronger than pretending you’re fine? Being honest. Saying, “I’m not okay right now.” That takes courage. That takes faith. That’s the kind of vulnerability Jesus modeled when He wept in the garden, when He cried out on the cross. If the Son of God can be honest about His pain, why can’t we?

So, what do we do? How do we start breaking the silence? I don’t have all the answers, but I’ve got a few ideas, and I’d love to hear yours. First, let’s talk about it. Like, really talk about it. In our sermons, in our small groups, in our coffee shops and living rooms. Let’s normalize conversations about mental health the way we normalize conversations about physical health. Let’s share our stories—not to compare pain, but to remind each other we’re not alone.

Second, let’s educate ourselves. Pastors, I’m looking at us. We don’t have to be therapists, but we can learn enough to recognize when someone’s struggling and point them toward help. We can partner with counselors, host workshops, create spaces where people feel safe to say, “I need support.” And we can preach about mental health with the same compassion we bring to any other part of the human experience.

Third, let’s be the church. The real church. The one that shows up with casseroles and prayers and listening ears. The one that doesn’t judge or fix, but just sits with people in the mess. The one that says, “You are enough, just as you are, and God loves you right here, right now.”

I think about Jesus a lot when I ponder this stuff. Jesus, who met people where they were. The woman at the well, carrying her shame. The man possessed by demons, crying out in torment. The disciples, scared and doubting. Jesus didn’t turn them away. He didn’t tell them to get their act together first. He saw them, loved them, and offered them a way forward. That’s our model. That’s our call.

So, friends, here’s my invitation to you: Let’s be a community that breaks the stigma. Let’s be a place where people can say, “I’m struggling,” and hear, “I’m here with you.” Let’s be a church that doesn’t just talk about grace but lives it, especially when it comes to mental health. Because the God who knit us together, who knows every thought before we think it, is not ashamed of us. Not ever.

What do you think? What’s one step you could take to start this conversation in your own life or community? Drop a comment below or shoot me an email—I’d love to keep this going. Until then, keep pondering, keep praying, and keep showing up for each other. We’re in this together.

Grace and peace,
-Pastor Scott.

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Heaven and Hell – Places, States, or Something More?

By Pastor Scott

Hello, friends. Welcome to Pastor’s Ponderings, this is a quiet space where we can sit together, hearts open, and wrestle with the big questions—the ones that possibly stir our souls and keep us up at night. Today, we’re diving into something that’s both familiar and mysterious, something we’ve heard about since we were kids, something that’s been painted in vivid colors and whispered in hushed tones: heaven and hell. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been interested in this particular topic. Like, where do we go when we die? What happens next? So, today we’re exploring Heaven and Hell.

Yeah, those two.

We grow up with these ideas, don’t we? Heaven, this perfect place—clouds and angels, streets of gold, a celestial city where everything is right. And hell, the opposite—fire, brimstone, eternal torment. Good people go up, bad people go down. It’s clear, right? Like a cosmic sorting system, neatly dividing the saved from the damned.

Except… is it? (is it really that straightforward? Is it really that simple?)

Because when you start digging into Scripture, it gets kinda messy. It gets complicated. It’s not always so black-and-white, up-or-down. Let’s start with hell. The word itself carries so much weight, scares people, but what does it actually mean? In the Old Testament, we find Sheol. And Sheol isn’t always this fiery pit of torment we imagine. It’s more like… the grave. The place of the dead. A shadowy, murky realm where everyone goes—righteous or not. Psalm 139:8 says, “If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.” God is there, in the depths. That’s not exactly the hell we picture, is it?

Then we get to the New Testament, and things get even more layered. There’s Gehenna, a word Jesus uses. Interestingly, Gehenna was a real place—a garbage dump outside Jerusalem where fires burned constantly, a place of decay and destruction. When Jesus talks about Gehenna in places like Matthew 5:29, it’s vivid, visceral. But is He describing a literal place of eternal punishment? Or is He using this image to point to something deeper—maybe the consequences of living a life turned away from God?

And then there’s Hades, which feels more like the Greek underworld, and Tartarus, mentioned in 2 Peter 2:4 as a place for fallen angels. So, we’ve got all these different words—Sheol, Gehenna, Hades, Tartarus—all translated as “hell” in our English Bibles. Each carries its own nuance, its own imagery. It’s like Scripture is less interested in giving us a clear map of the afterlife and more interested in inviting us to ponder the weight of our choices.

Now, let’s talk about heaven. We often imagine it as a place way up there, far from the mess of this world. But Scripture doesn’t always describe it that way. Jesus talks about the “kingdom of God” or the “kingdom of heaven,” and in Luke 17:21, He says it’s “within you” or “among you.” Not a distant destination, but something breaking into the present, something you can taste now. In Revelation 21, we get this breathtaking vision of a new heaven and a new earth, where God dwells with humanity, wiping away every tear. It’s not about escaping to some ethereal realm—it’s about heaven coming down, transforming this world.

And then there’s Paul, who in 2 Corinthians 12:2 talks about being “caught up to the third heaven.” The third heaven? What does that even mean? Is it a literal place? A spiritual experience? A metaphor for closeness to God? The early Jewish worldview often spoke of multiple heavens—layers of divine reality. It’s like Scripture is saying, “This is bigger than you can grasp. Lean into the mystery.”

You see what I’m getting at? Heaven and hell aren’t as simple as we often make them out to be. They’re not just places on a cosmic map, neatly labeled “reward” and “punishment.” And that brings us to the deeper question: What’s it all about?

We often frame heaven and hell as God’s cosmic courtroom—follow the rules, get the golden ticket; break them, face eternal consequences. But is God really just a judge, handing out eternal sentences based on our performance? Or is there something more going on? Because Jesus talks a lot about judgment, yes. But He also talks about forgiveness. About grace. About a love that never gives up. In Luke 15, the father in the parable of the prodigal son doesn’t wait for his wayward child to grovel—he runs to him, arms wide open. That’s the heart of God.

What if heaven and hell aren’t so much about where we go, but about how we are? What if they’re about the state of our hearts, the direction of our lives, the choices we make in this very moment?

Let’s ponder this. What if hell is separation? Separation from God, from others, from our true selves. What if it’s the natural consequence of choosing a life disconnected from love, compassion, and life itself? In Matthew 25, Jesus describes those who ignore the hungry, the stranger, the prisoner as being sent to “eternal punishment.” But the word there for punishment, kolasis, can also mean correction or pruning. What if even God’s judgment is about restoration, not destruction? What if hell is less about eternal torment and more about the pain of living apart from the Source of all life?

And heaven—what if it’s connection? Connection with God, with others, with the fullness of who we were created to be. In John 10:10, Jesus says, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” That’s heaven—not just a future hope, but a present reality. A life saturated with love, overflowing with grace, radiating hope. Revelation 22 paints a picture of a river of life, a tree of healing for the nations. That’s not a far-off dream—it’s something we’re invited to participate in now.

Maybe, just maybe, heaven and hell aren’t only places we go after we die. Maybe they’re realities we experience here and now. Maybe we’re creating heaven or hell with every breath we take, with every choice we make, with every relationship we cultivate or neglect. When we choose love, when we forgive, when we seek justice, we’re bringing heaven to earth. When we choose selfishness, apathy, or hatred, we’re building walls of separation—our own little hells.

This isn’t to say there’s no afterlife, no ultimate fulfillment of God’s promises. Scripture points to a future where God makes all things new. But it’s also saying that eternity starts now. The choices we make today ripple into forever.

It’s a mystery, of course. We’re talking about things beyond our full comprehension. And that’s okay. Maybe instead of obsessing over the fire and brimstone or the clouds and harps, we can focus on this: God is love (1 John 4:8). And God is always, always, always reaching out to us, inviting us into a life of love, a life of connection, a life that is… truly life.

So, what’s stirring in you? How do you imagine heaven and hell? Where do you see glimpses of connection or separation in your own life? Drop a comment or send me a message—I’d love to hear your ponderings. We’re in this together, wrestling, wondering, trusting.

Let’s close with a prayer: God, you are love, and you are always calling us closer. Help us choose connection over separation, love over indifference, life over death. Guide us into your kingdom, here and now, and forever. Amen.

Thanks for pondering with me, friends. Until next time, keep questioning, keep seeking, keep trusting.
Grace & Peace,
-Pastor Scott.

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Why Pastors Need Friends Too, Ministry & Connection

Check out my latest “Faith Ponderings” Podcast Episode as I host a special guest and friend, Pastor Alex Norton on this topic:

Hey there, friend. Yeah, you—reading this, maybe sipping coffee, maybe scrolling while the kids are napping or the dog’s chewing on something he shouldn’t. Can we just pause for a second and breathe? Inhale. Exhale. Good. Let’s talk about something real, something that sits heavy in the heart of every pastor, every leader, every human trying to hold it together while pointing others toward hope: connection. Or, more specifically, why pastors—yep, those folks up front with the sermons and the smiles—need friends too.

You ever think about that? I mean, really think about it? Pastors are supposed to have it all figured out, right? We’re the ones with the answers, the ones who pray the prayers, visit the hospitals, counsel the broken, and somehow keep the church potlucks from descending into chaos. (Spoiler: It’s harder than it looks.) But here’s the thing—and lean in close, because this is where it gets honest—pastors are just people. Flesh and blood, doubts and dreams, Netflix binges and existential crises, just like you. And people? People need friends. Not admirers. Not followers. Not even congregants. Friends.

The Loneliness of the Calling

Let’s start here, because it’s real. Ministry can be lonely. Like, soul-achingly, stare-at-the-ceiling-at-2-a.m. lonely. You’re surrounded by people—Sunday mornings, Bible studies, committee meetings—but there’s this invisible wall. You’re the pastor. You’re supposed to be strong, wise, unflappable. You’re the one who’s got God on speed dial, right? So, you smile, you nod, you preach, you pray. But inside? Sometimes you’re screaming, Does anyone actually know me?

I remember this one time, early in my ministry, when I was at a church dinner. Everyone’s laughing, passing the mashed potatoes, telling stories about their kids or their jobs. And I’m there, at the head of the table, smiling, making sure everyone’s included. But nobody asked me how I was doing. Not really. They asked about the sermon series or the budget meeting, but not about Scott—the guy who’s still figuring out how to be a husband, a dad, a human. And I went home that night and just sat in my car for a while, wondering, Who’s my friend? Who’s my person?

It’s not that people don’t care. They do. Congregations are full of good, kind folks. But there’s this dynamic, this unspoken rule: pastors are givers, not receivers. We’re the shepherds, not the sheep. And that’s where the lie creeps in—the lie that says we don’t need what everyone else needs: connection, vulnerability, someone to laugh with over a bad movie or cry with when life feels like it’s cracking at the seams.

The God of Relationship

Let’s flip this for a second and talk about God. Because if we’re gonna get contemplative (and you know I love to get contemplative), we’ve gotta start with the One who wired us for connection in the first place. Think about it: God is relationship. Father, Son, Spirit—dancing together in this eternal, beautiful, mysterious community. And we’re made in that image. You, me, the guy cutting you off in traffic, the barista who spelled your name wrong—we’re all built for with-ness. For being known. For being loved.

So, why would pastors be any different? If anything, we need it more. Ministry is a crucible. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong—there’s nothing like watching someone’s eyes light up when they finally get grace, or holding a hand as someone takes their last breath, or baptizing a kid who’s been asking questions about Jesus since they could talk. But it’s also heavy. You carry stories that aren’t yours to tell, burdens you can’t share, criticisms that cut deeper than they should. And you can’t do that alone. Nobody can.

Jesus didn’t. Think about that. The Son of God, the one who literally was the Word, had friends. He had the twelve, sure, but he also had Mary, Martha, Lazarus—people he’d crash with, eat with, laugh with. He wept with them. He let them see him tired, frustrated, human. If Jesus needed that, why do we think we can go it alone?

The Gift of Friendship

So, here’s the invitation, the nudge, the holy whisper: pastors, you need friends. Not just colleagues you swap sermon ideas with (though those are great). Not just mentors or accountability partners (also important). Friends. People who don’t care that you’re Pastor Scott or Pastor Sarah or Pastor Whoever. People who know your quirks, your bad habits, your secret love for cheesy rom-coms. People who’ll call you out when you’re being a jerk and hug you when you’re falling apart.

And yeah, I know it’s hard. I hear you. Finding friends as a pastor is like trying to date while wearing a clerical collar—it’s awkward. People put you on a pedestal, or they’re intimidated, or they just assume you’re too busy. Plus, there’s the trust thing. You’ve been burned before—maybe by a congregant who shared something you thought was private, or a friend who couldn’t handle the weight of your calling. I get it. I’ve been there.

But here’s the truth: friendship is worth the risk. It’s worth the awkward coffee dates, the vulnerability, the fear of being seen. Because when you find those people—the ones who show up with pizza when your sermon flops, or text you a meme that makes you snort-laugh in the middle of a budget meeting—they’re like oxygen. They remind you that you’re not just a role. You’re a soul. And souls need connection.

A Few Thoughts for the Road

So, how do we do this? How do pastors find friends in the wild, messy, beautiful chaos of ministry? A few thoughts, not because I’ve got it all figured out, but because I’m walking this road too:

  1. Be intentional. Friendship doesn’t just happen. You’ve gotta make space for it. Invite someone over for dinner. Join a book club. Show up at the gym class where everyone’s sweating and swearing and nobody cares who you are. Put it on your calendar like it’s a meeting with Jesus himself.
  2. Be vulnerable. I know, I know—it’s scary. But friendship thrives on honesty. Share your doubts, your fears, your bad days. Let someone see the real you, not just the polished pastor version.
  3. Look outside the church. This one’s huge. Your congregation loves you, but they’re not your friends—not in the way you need. Find people who aren’t tied to your ministry, who don’t care about your sermon or your budget report. They’re out there, I promise.
  4. Receive, don’t just give. Pastors are great at giving—time, energy, wisdom. But friendship is a two-way street. Let someone care for you. Let them listen, pray, show up. It’s not selfish; it’s human.
  5. Trust God with it. If you’re lonely, if you’re craving connection, bring that to God. He’s not surprised. He’s not disappointed. He’s the one who said, “It’s not good for man to be alone.” Ask him to bring the right people into your life, and then keep your eyes open.

A Final Pondering

I’m sitting here, typing this, thinking about my own friends—the ones who’ve carried me through the highs and lows of ministry. There’s Alex, who always knows when I need a laugh. There’s Mike, who asks the hard questions and doesn’t let me dodge them. There’s Josh, who just gets me, no explanation needed. They’re not perfect, and neither am I, but they’re my people. And they make this calling—not just bearable, but beautiful. (Sorry if I didn’t name all of my friends, I do have a longer list and you’re all important to me!)

So, pastor, leader, human reading this: you’re not meant to do this alone. You’re not meant to carry the weight of the world without someone to share the load. You need friends. Not because you’re weak, but because you’re wired for it—by a God who’s all about relationship, all about love, all about showing up.

Who’s your person? Who’s your tribe? If you don’t have one yet, that’s okay. Start small. Reach out. Take a risk. And know that you’re not alone in this. We’re all just people, trying to love and be loved, one awkward, holy connection at a time.

Grace and peace,
Pastor Scott

What about you? Who’s someone in your life who reminds you you’re human? Drop a comment or shoot me a message—I’d love to hear your story.

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Wrestling with Evil – Where Is God in the Darkness?

By Pastor Scott

Hello, friends. Welcome back to Pastor’s Ponderings, where we sit together, hearts wide open, and wrestle with the questions that weigh heavy on our souls. Today, we’re going there. We’re talking about evil. That word. It’s a heavy one, isn’t it? The one we whisper about, the one we try to explain away, the one that creeps into our dreams and floods our newsfeeds.

Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? We see it on the grand scale—wars tearing nations apart, natural disasters swallowing communities whole. But we also feel it in the quiet, personal moments—the child battling cancer, the family shattered by violence, the weight of injustice that presses down on the oppressed. And in those moments, the question rises, sharp and unyielding: Where is God in all of this?

It’s the question that’s been asked for millennia. The one that makes people walk away from faith, the one that keeps theologians up at night, the one that, if we’re honest, makes all of us wonder. If God is all-powerful and all-loving, how can there be so much evil in the world?

We try to make sense of it, don’t we? We reach for explanations. Free will, for instance—God gave us the choice to love or to hate, to create or to destroy. And that makes sense, up to a point. It explains why humans hurt each other. But then you think about a tsunami, a pandemic, an earthquake. What choice did the victims have? Where does free will fit when the ground itself seems to turn against us?

Then there’s the idea of a greater plan, some cosmic tapestry where all this suffering somehow fits, somehow leads to a greater good. But does that really satisfy? Does it comfort the mother who’s lost her child? Does it bring justice to the oppressed? Or does it feel like a hollow promise, a way to gloss over the pain?

And what about our images of God? Is God the one who allows evil, standing back and watching it all unfold? Or is God somehow in it—suffering with us, weeping with us, groaning alongside creation? Romans 8:22 says, “We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth.” Creation itself is in pain, and yet, in verse 26, we’re told the Spirit “intercedes for us through wordless groans.” God is groaning too. Not distant, not detached, but right here, in the mess.

Here’s what keeps circling back to me: we want a God who fixes it. A God who steps in, banishes the darkness, and makes everything right. We want the superhero God, the one who snaps His fingers and wipes out evil. But what if God doesn’t work that way? What if God’s power isn’t the power over, but the power within?

What if, instead of erasing evil, God’s power is the power to transform it? To redeem it? To take even the darkest, most broken moments and weave them into something new, something beautiful, something… hopeful? Think of the cross. The ultimate symbol of evil—torture, injustice, death—and yet, through it, God brings resurrection, redemption, life. John 16:33 has Jesus saying, “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” Not by removing trouble, but by overcoming it, by working through it.

It’s a mystery, I know. A mystery that defies easy answers. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe the goal isn’t to solve the problem of evil, but to enter it. To be present to the pain, to lament with those who lament, to work for justice in a world that so desperately needs it. Lamentations 3:19-23 reminds us that even in the bitterness of suffering, God’s mercies are new every morning. There’s a light that shines, even in the darkest places.

That light—it flickers in the eyes of those who fight for good, who work for peace, who love in the face of hate. It glows in the hands that rebuild after disaster, in the voices that speak out against oppression, in the hearts that refuse to give up. And maybe, just maybe, that light is God. Not a God who removes all suffering, but a God who walks through it with us, who empowers us to be agents of healing and hope in a broken world.

Isaiah 43:1 says, “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.” Even in the valley of the shadow of death, God is with us (Psalm 23:4). Not fixing, not erasing, but with. And that presence, that nearness, changes everything.

So, where does this leave us? Wrestling, I think. Wrestling with the questions, the tears, the doubts. But maybe, in the wrestling, we find a God who is closer than we ever imagined. A God who doesn’t stand above the pain, but enters it. A God who doesn’t promise a world without evil, but a world where evil doesn’t have the final word.

What’s stirring in you? How do you wrestle with the reality of evil? Where do you see that flickering light of hope? Drop a comment or send me a message—I’d love to hear your thoughts. We’re in this together, pondering, questioning, trusting.

Let’s close with a prayer:
“God, you are in the darkness and the light, in the questions and the pain. Walk with us. Show us your light. Empower us to be your hands and feet in a broken world. Amen.”

Thanks for pondering with me, friends. Until next time, keep wrestling, keep hoping, keep trusting. Peace be with you.

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Easter People: Living the Resurrection

Hey, beautiful souls, welcome to Pastor’s Ponderings! I’m Pastor Scott, your fellow traveler on this winding, sacred road we call faith. Today, I’m inviting you to grab a coffee (or tea, if you’re one of those people), find a quiet corner, and dive into something that’s been stirring my heart: what it means to be Easter people. Not just folks who celebrate Easter with lilies and chocolate bunnies, but people who live like the tomb is empty, like love wins, like the world’s been turned upside down. Let’s ponder this together—what does it look like to live the resurrection in a world that’s messy, broken, and yet so achingly beautiful?

The Scene: A Mountain, a Miracle, and Some Doubts

Picture this: Matthew 28:16-20. The disciples are trudging up a mountain in Galilee. They’re exhausted, grieving, and probably a bit confused. Jesus, their friend and teacher, was crucified, dead, gone. And now? He’s standing there—alive, radiant, impossible. The text says, “They worshiped him; but some doubted.”

Can we just pause and appreciate how human that is? They’re staring at a man who was dead, now alive, and some of them are thinking, “Is this for real?” I love that. It’s so us. We want to believe in resurrection, in hope, in God showing up, but part of us whispers, “Really? In this world? With these headlines?”

And here’s what gets me: Jesus doesn’t scold them for doubting. He doesn’t say, “Get it together!” Instead, He steps right into their messy faith and says, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them, teaching them, and don’t forget—I’m with you always, to the very end of the age.”

That’s the heartbeat of Easter. That’s the call to be Easter people. So, let’s unpack it with some big, soul-stirring questions about what this means for us today.

Authority That Sets Us Free

When Jesus says, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me,” what’s He talking about? We hear “authority” and picture a king on a throne or a CEO barking orders. But Jesus’ authority isn’t like that. It’s not about control or domination. It’s the authority of a love that’s stronger than death.

This is the guy who faced betrayal, torture, and a cross, then walked out of the tomb saying, “I’m still here.” His power doesn’t force anyone to do anything—it invites us into a story where death doesn’t get the last word. Love does.

So, here’s a question: What would it look like to trust that kind of authority in your life? Not the world’s version of power—money, status, control—but the kind that sets people free? Who in your world needs to hear that there’s a love bigger than their pain, fear, or shame? Maybe it’s a coworker drowning in stress or a neighbor who’s lost hope. Being an Easter person means carrying that kind of authority—not to lord it over anyone, but to say, “There’s a way through this, and it’s love.”

Making Disciples, Building Connections

Next, let’s talk about this “go and make disciples” part. It can sound churchy, like a mission for people with clipboards and evangelistic checklists. But what if it’s not that at all? What if making disciples is about inviting people to become fully human, the way God dreamed us to be?

Baptizing, teaching, obeying—it’s not about signing people up for Team Jesus. It’s about walking with them into a life where we love like Jesus, forgive like Jesus, and show up for each other like Jesus. Easter people don’t just recruit; we connect. We share coffee, stories, tears. We say, “You don’t have to do this alone—come sit at this messy, holy table.”

Here’s another question: Who’s someone you could invite into that kind of journey? Not to fix them or convert them, but to say, “Let’s figure out what it means to be human together”? The resurrection isn’t just about getting to heaven someday—it’s about heaven crashing into earth now, through us, through relationships, through community. Who’s your one person you could reach out to this week?

The Promise That Changes Everything

And then there’s this promise that hits me every time: “Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Always. Not just when you’re feeling spiritual or when you’ve got your act together. Jesus is with you when you’re nervous about sharing your faith, when you fumble your words, when you’re not even sure you believe it yourself.

Easter people live with the awareness that the risen Jesus is here. In the coffee shop, in the awkward conversation, in the quiet moments when you’re wondering if any of this matters. What would change if you really believed He’s with you? Right now, as you’re reading this, as you’re driving to work, as you’re thinking about that one person you could invite into this story? How would that shift the way you live, love, and show up?

The Risk and the Call

Being an Easter person feels like a risk, doesn’t it? It’s stepping into a world that screams “death wins” and saying, “No, love does.” It’s trusting a different kind of authority, walking with people toward life, and knowing we’re not alone. But isn’t that what Easter’s about? The tomb is empty. Jesus is alive. And He’s calling us to live like it.

So, here’s my invitation to you: Think about one person. Someone who’s searching, hurting, or curious. What would it look like to invite them into this resurrection life? Not to sell them something or preach at them, but to offer a taste of the hope, love, and presence that Easter brings. Maybe it’s a text: “Hey, wanna grab coffee?” Maybe it’s a kind word or a listening ear. Maybe it’s just saying, “I’m figuring this faith thing out too—wanna come along?”

And here’s the big question: What’s stopping you? Is it fear? Doubt? The lie that you’re not qualified? Because Easter people aren’t perfect. We’re just people who’ve seen the empty tomb and can’t keep it to ourselves.

Let’s Live Like the Tomb Is Empty

Thanks for joining me on this pondering journey. If this stirred something in you, share it with a friend, drop me a note, or take a moment to pray for that one person you’re thinking of. I’m Pastor Scott, and I’m rooting for you, praying for you, believing that you’re Easter people in a world that needs you.

Keep pondering, keep loving, and keep living like the tomb is empty.

Grace & Shalom,
Pastor Scott

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