Posts tagged The Mystic Way of Evangelism
Landscapes or Flowers?

Our Individual Experiences: Landscapes or Flowers? 
The Wesleyan Quadrilateral, Week 6
by
Adam White

One of my favorite things to do is going to visit museums. Now that I am married, I get to drag my partner Blair along with me. Recently we visited the Amon Carter Museum of American Art, which, if you are ever in Fort Worth, you should go and check out (fo’ free!). 

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Choose "C"

Choose "C"

What Does Missional Mean?, Week 7

by Andrea Lingle

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly. Matthew 11:28-30 The Message
 
The surveys are in. The numbers are down. Church is changing.
 
Within church walls the conversations center on what to do. How do we hang on? What has changed? Why do we gather for an hour one day a week to sing and listen to someone else talk?

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A Hermaneutic...

A Hermeneutic of Perfecting Love
The Missional Community as a Means of Grace, Week 7
by
Adam White

"...Are you going on to perfection?  …Do you expect to be made perfect in love in this life?”

These are a couple of the questions each clergy answers in the United Methodist Church before becoming ordained.

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Windblown

Windblown
Discipleship as a Three-Legged Stool, Week 6
by
Andrea Lingle

There is a churchyard in central North Carolina, roughly an hour east of Charlotte, where, in early spring, the lawn is sewn entirely in dandelions. I don’t know if these dandelions were cultivated intentionally, but one of my greatest regrets is that I never stopped my car, just for one minute, to run through the seed heads.

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Love is God's Meaning

Love is God's Meaning
Discipleship as a Three-Legged Stool, Week 3
by
Adam White

I was frozen and numb. I had just realized my mother stopped breathing in hospice care at Arlington Memorial Hospital. She had breathed her last breath without any pain, which was a blessing considering the past eight years of her life had been a slow mental and physical deterioration due to dementia.

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