tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20065227.post8444559495881322488..comments2008-10-08T17:25:56.918-05:00The Coremanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09963700792737827926noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20065227.post-84379746188035402102008-10-08T17:25:00.000-05:002008-10-08T17:25:00.000-05:00Good post. It is hard to strike that balance. I used to think Christianity was all about making sure I was as straight laced as I could be. I now wonder if I take the demands of Christ seriously enough.Calebnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20065227.post-55647034259830315812008-09-29T10:29:00.000-05:002008-09-29T10:29:00.000-05:00Nice post. I've been asked about my church plenty of times from friends and acquaintances. My favorite question is, "Do you guys dance and do all that weird stuff?" I love loaded questions. But, I answer truthfully and I get the look. The look that says, "You're a weird fanatic and now I'm somewhat scared that you'll try and lure me into your compound to give me tainted Kool-Aid."<BR/><BR/>You're right about Jesus knowing how to party. Churches today have really rejected the idea of becoming disorderly. Ironically, we have so much more to celebrate and it seems just plain stupid to act like we don't.<BR/><BR/>Coming from a life of going to bars and "partying" my young adult life away, I am so glad that I found Jesus. At the time I thought that I was having fun, but I wasn't. Sure there was plenty of laughter and I had lots of "friends" but the truth is that every night I was out looking for something. Something that would give my life meaning. A meaningful relationship. A meaningful purpose. A meaningful identity. Some nights I felt somewhat secure with my little group of friends and I went home feeling somewhat hopeful, but mostly I felt like I had wasted a night, wasted money, and dealt with way too much drama. Then there was the inevitable "Advil Platter."<BR/><BR/>Yes, at my church, we know how to party. We don't just do it after service, but during. We have meaningful relationships with God and each other. I no longer want that elusive something that I can't find. I'm not plagued with an empty anything. And, I like to celebrate that.Levi Feltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01805226705325052947noreply@blogger.com