Minute Clinic Pt. 2

“If you want love, give love. If you want friends, be friendly. If you’d like to feel understood, try being more understanding. It’s a simple practice that works.”

Seemingly good advice for the one looking for relationship. I would venture to say everyone would agree with that statement. I know I have said something very similar to my children as they have bemoaned the fact that they don’t have many friends. I have preached that to my own heart. And yet, there is a man that wrecks that entire paradigm. Continue reading

Minute Clinic Pt. 1

Why I wish all of my relationships were like the Minute Clinic at Wallgreens.

I love the minute clinic. Let me tell you why, I love just walking into the store and signing in, without talking to anybody. I love that you don’t have to make an appointment–all of that planning stuff throws me. I love that you give that little germ-encased touch-screen your phone number and they text you when it is your turn. I love that while I am waiting to be seen I can meander around the store, lingering in the “as-seen-on-tv” section marveling at the ingenuity and utter ridiculousness of all that is there. I love getting the text letting me know that it’s my turn and then walking to the back of the store. I love the fact that the doctor that is seeing me doesn’t know me, so there is no need for small talk or any “how’s the husband, kids, writing, etc.” I love that it’s all business. I love getting my prescription filled right outside the door. The minute clinic fulfills a need without any work on my part. It is all so quick, convenient and painless.

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My Big Fat Sloppy Sanctification

Life on the ground is messy. Sloppy, really. We like to pretend it isn’t, but it is. We prefer hiding behind whatever mask we’ve created in the moment that we think hides our messiness and undone-ness from others. But it doesn’t. Not really. Nowhere is this truer than inside the church. It’s there that we refer to life on the ground as sanctification with the incorrect assumption that sanctification means continuous movement away from life’s messiness into some type of have-it-togetherness. We equate sanctification with self-sufficiency. That’s because the message we’ve heard for so many years has been heavy on progress and light on justification; heavy on behavior modification and light on mercy and grace; heavy on moralism and light on brokenness. The banner of the Christian life has become my (and your) progress. “Am I pulling it off?” has replaced “it is finished!” If it appears you aren’t pulling it off like I think you should be, I morph into fix-it mode which I think gives me Biblical permission to put you in a spiritual headlock until you cry “uncle!” and superficially produce the “change” I need to see in you in order for me to be happy. At least, that’s how I remember it.

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Good Deeds Gone Bad

Recently I was selling books at a conference when a young, sweet girl bought a copy of my mom’s book Helper by Design. She commented that she has read several books about being a wife and is going to be married in just a couple months. She then said what every single one of us thinks before we are married, “I just want to be a good wife.” I assured her that was a lofty ambition and then I told her she would surely fail. She laughed nervously and moved away from the table.

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