If Covid had a Color

As I was walking through the park, watching my dog chase the world of smells that I have no access to, I began to wonder what it would be like if my eyes were so powerful as to see Covid 19. Where would it be? What would it look like? How would my decisions change? Would I be dodging back and forth on my walk like my dog tracking a scent? Would I see Covid everywhere? or just every so often? And if Covid had a color, what color would it be?

Would it be coloring the world blue like the “afraid” emoji, leaving panic in its wake? Fear of shortages. Fear of illness. Fear of financial ruin. Fear of loss of rights and freedoms? Or perhaps it would be red for the anger regarding injustices toward others. The lack of production and distribution of necessary medical equipment. The disrespect for the disease by some that puts others at risk. The scammers who take advantage of insecurities. Perhaps it would be green as a sign of the money lost or the money sought after. Or maybe it would be blue-gray. The color of lips starving for more oxygen. But maybe it would have the warm glow of sunrise, signaling an opportunity for a new beginning. A new way of relating. A new appreciation of life.


If Covid had a color, what color would it be?

Life Beyond the Law

So many times I’ve said myself or heard other Christians say, “I wish I hadn’t done that. I’m going to ask Jesus to help me do better with that in the future.”  While there’s nothing explicitly wrong with that prayer, I’ve come to believe there’s really not much right about it.

Jesus didn’t come so we could obey the law better. He came to show us the love of the Father and to draw us to Him. Then, as a result of our personal connection to Him, our lives will be transformed.  We will not be an improved version of ourselves. Not better. But transformed entirely.

Imagine standing around the proverbial water cooler at work. What would it take for you to not join in the gossip about an annoying coworker? Perhaps exercising your willpower? Concentrating on something else? Reminding yourself that good Christians wouldn’t act that way? Biting your tongue hard enough to pierce it? Any of those approaches might work. And certainly it would not be wrong of you not to gossip.  That’s making use of a couple of double negatives to say, sure, it’s a good thing to avoid gossiping by any methods. Not gossiping decreases the harm done to others. But does biting your tongue to avoid gossiping make you a Jesus-follower? Does it give evidence of being a Christian?  Does having enough will power to control yourself hold weight with God?  Not gossiping is in line with the moral law.  Doesn’t that count for something?


God’s way is not our way. His thoughts are not our thoughts. Jesus didn’t simply come to show us an example and instruct us on right-living. He came to show us the Father. He came to restore a broken relationship – one where we didn’t trust that He had our best interest in mind. He came to establish a kinship where He calls us friend and brother. His life was one of restoration and healing.

Jesus told us in many different ways that it’s not what is on the outside of a man that matters – but what is in his heart. A life transformed by the Holy Spirit will live beyond the law -in the spirit of the law – not focused on obedience to the letter of the law. A Jesus-follower will have a spirit of humility – knowing they are not intrinsically better than the person who is being gossiped about, empathy – for both the frustration of the speaker and his/ her subject, compassion – sorrow for the weakness of the human race, and grace – giving kindness where none is deserved.

Will the disciple of Jesus be a gossiper? Surely not. But the reason will have little or nothing to do with the law. The Jesus-follow wants what is best for the other person and has a desire for their healing and their well-being. Tearing the other person down with gossip is not an option – not because they can’t or shouldn’t, but just because they won’t.

Not gossiping doesn’t require trying hard not to gossip. It requires a transformation of your heart.

There are many very hard things Jesus asks us to do. Focusing on trying hard to obey the law is not one of them.  But if we do the hard things He asks, our lives will show the fruit of His work in us.

Create in me a clean heart, O God. And renew a right spirit within me.  Ps 51:10

Jesus is the hero and it’s good news!




The One Who Loves You

“For God so loved the world,…” Most of us even remotely connected to Christianity can finish the verse found in John 3:16. And most likely we say we believe in Jesus, and we definitely hope we have eternal life rather than perishing.  But who is this God? And what is He like?

When Moses asked to see God’s glory, here’s what God wanted to make sure Moses knew about Himself: “I, the Lord, am a God who is full of compassion and pity, who is not easily angered and who shows great love and faithfulness. I keep my promise for thousands of generations and forgive evil and sin.” That’s how He sees Himself.


As you celebrate your relationships on Valentine’s Day, spend time thinking on the One who loves you and wants a relationship with you. He doesn’t simply want you to believe that Jesus actually exists. He wants you to trust that He is who He says He is. He is compassionate. He is slow to anger. He shows great love and faithfulness. He forgives sin – or to put it in language we understand better, He heals the relational brokenness that we’ve created.

God loves you.

And He’s a good, good Father.

Happy Valentine’s Day!


Thursday morning I stepped out of my car into the sweltering heat. My glasses fogged as I walked into the office building where I work. Without effort, my thoughts headed down a well-worn path.  I rehearsed the why’s of my current location, the what’s of nature I’d rather be surrounded with, and the how’s of potential change. But the when is not now and the where isn’t settled, so I redirected myself to my work, grumbling a bit and enduring on.

Saturday afternoon I slid into the driver’s seat of my car – literally – slid – onto the seat as my legs were so sweaty the usual struggle of sticking was long past. My face was beat red from the couple of hours I’d spent walking on the concrete in the sun and heat surrounded by the buildings of downtown.

And what was that I felt?gratitude?

I was thankful for the option of turning on the air conditioner, blocking out the sun with a visor, and getting ice out of my freezer at home anytime I wanted to. It was hot, at least as hot as Thursday. But spending a couple of hours serving others who aren’t as fortunate as I am, made all the difference in my heart.  I’m sure the people we met appreciated the ice-cream sandwiches and cold water we shared. But interestingly, none of them were grumbling about the weather. And once again my heart told me it is true: It is more blessed to give than to receive.


May you find the blessings in your own life as well no matter your situation.