I am driving home (well my wife is driving right now) from New Jersey for our annual Christmas trip to spend time with our parents. This year was especially nostalgic due to the fact that this year is most likely the last year my family will be spending Christmas in New Jersey at our home of some 34 years on Whitmore Ave. Mom and Dad will finally be joining my oldest brother and I along with my mother's older sister and brother in North Carolina. I have many fond memories but am really looking forward to having most of my family near home.
As I have many times recently, while talking with my parents, we started to talk about the old days and about the absolutely amazing stories of my family's migration to the United States from the former Yugoslavia. This time around my brother was going through the attic at my parent's house to make sure nothing of sentimental value was thrown away during the upcoming move. He came across a painting that I recognized from when it was hang…
One of the most common phrases I hear in a certain segment of the Church is, "Don't judge me!". This has always rubbed me wrong. Especially since this phrase typically came out of the mouths of people who were on that slippery slope of drifting from God. It's really unfortunate that our society has lied to the Church body to believe that no one (even Church leaders and ministry) has the right to judge you. I suppose that is why it always bothered me.
Growing up as a teenager, I spent a lot of my Bible readying/studying time in Paul's epistles. It didn't take me long to realize that God's plan for the Church and Church leadership was to "watch over our souls" and to guard us on our spiritual journey. When I had a leader point out error (dare I say sin) in my life, deep down inside I knew that it was the Church functioning as God intended it to. Maybe not immediately, but once I got past my flesh I understood this to be true.