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I pushed the button

I pushed the hot-button issue today in church--I cowardly did not take "a stand" but said that we are a church and that as a church we welcome all people no-matter what.  Really not very radical at all but in our little corner of the world saying homosexuality in church might be enough to get in hot water.  I say that all the time--church is for everyone--no matter what, today I just mentioned homosexuality with it.  At the small church it was fine--heads nodded right along with me.  At the city church it was pretty quiet and no one even mentioned it.  I'm not quite sure what that means.

On a completely different topic--I bought a fabulous new luggage bag!  FABULOUS!  It's a Heys USA Exotic in Black and White Zebra stripes, 26in and so it will have to get checked but that's ok. 
Cool, eh?

Comments

Mompriest said…
ok...so...I think we are called to be radical, to push the button...and hopefully get folks thinking....even if they aren't talking....(uhm, nice bag)
Michelle said…
...comfort, yes; comfortable, perhaps not?

Someone asked me yesterday about a hot button issue and how I was handling it in my column, and I realized that I wasn't. I said it wasn't really part of my "beat" - but part of me wondered if that was really true, or whether I just didn't want it to be. So this got me thinking...

And the bag is amazing :)
I love it when Patrick does Button Pusher sermons. I always wanna stand up and yell, "hallelujah!" Oh and fyi, you should follow my blog. I didn't know you had one til I saw your comment on Ross' page. I'm going to follow you.... stttaaa....aaarrrt...tttt...iiiinnnngggg.... NOW! Peace!

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