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A Cloud of Dust

Nov 28th 2005

By: tom cottar

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A Cloud of Dust

For those of you who read here from time to time, my apologies for being away so long. Crazy schedules, family travels, changes in ministry have all taken their toll.

But no worries. Although things have kept me from posting in the last few weeks (which seems like an eternity), This week begins a new time of letting the dust settle. In the coming days, I’ll be posting some thoughts and prayers that God has been birthing in me over the last two weeks. I’m not sure where they will lead, but no big deal.

Sometimes God moves in us in ways that words can’t often adequately express. I’ll try to verbalize some things this week that God has shown me, but I’m sure I’ll fall short of doing it right.

For now, here are 2 things that I hope encourage you today.
1. God is in control. Has it ever occurred to you that nothing ever occurs to God? Nothing catches Him by surprise. He wasn’t having coffee this morning, reading the paper, and realized “Wow! I totally forgot about that Iraq thing! I better get to the office early this morning…!” Not a sparrow falls to the ground that He doesn’t know. He clothes the flowers of the field. He feeds the birds of the air. And YOU are more important to Him than they are. Spend today dancing like flowers and eating like birds. Cast your cares on Him, because He cares for you more than you understand.
2. God’s grace is bigger than you can possibly imagine. I had a recent conversation with someone about this. At one point, she said, “I know what you’re trying to say, but it comes across like you believe you don’t have to ‘do’ anything…like God will love you anyway.” I responded, “Oh, good. Because that’s EXACTLY what I’m trying to get across!” She looked at me like I had horns. God’s grace NEVER depends on how well I perform, how loud I sing, how much I read my Bible, how often I witness, or how little I think I’ve sinned. Never. Ever. Period. Anything else is religious bondage. If you see that hanging around, put a bullet in its head before it gets any bigger.
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The Problem

Nov 28th 2005

By: tom cottar

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*the following is a prayer from my journal. I hope it speaks to your heart, not your intellect. If it speaks to no one…I’m okay with that.

My Creator and God,
You’ve proved Yourself over and over in new ways in the past few weeks. Just when I think I know You, You move and I see a new facet of Your being that blows me away. Like Icarus, I’ve built wings to fly on my own. But my wings don’t sail me to the sky. I only come crashing down on the rocks below.

Jesus told me that would happen. But I’m not sure I listened.

At times my soul is restless. I endlessly flip channels on my Dish, my XM radio, looking for …something. I’m not even sure what. My favorite shows don’t interest me anymore. My favorite bands are shallow at best. A dim reflection of something much better. Like standing on the edge of something large, yet settling for something much smaller.

Jesus told me that would happen. But I’m not sure I really believed Him.

The problem is I know a little of who I am not. Of what I am not. But I’m not sure I really know all that I am. Not the husband/youth minister/dad/guitarist-guy-who-loves-to-fish part of who I am. That part I know. But what about the adopted-son-of-the-King part of me? What about the more real part of that has been reborn into the image that looks like You? What about the Child of Grace? The problem is I don’t know as much of that as I claim.

I’ve devoted my heart to You. But my heart isn’t built to stay. It continually wanders. It keeps running away. But You give grace to my wayward heart.

Jesus said You would. But I’m not sure I really understood.

I’ve traded You for a mountain of Fool’s Gold, yet You’ve filled my cup with grace. I dumped it out on the floor, then came crawling back for more. Yet, you filled it again.

Jesus said You would. I didn’t believe you really would though.

You make me believe that I could trust you. You make me think that real love exists. That somewhere out there, there is a love that never fails. That there could be a love greater than my sin.

That’s what Jesus said. I’m beginning to believe him.

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One More Reason To Hate Wal-Mart

Nov 14th 2005

By: tom cottar

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Reason # 186:
Here.

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What Would Jesus WEAR?

Nov 14th 2005

By: tom cottar

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Thanks, Howie, for pointing this out.

Evidently, the Christian community doesn’t have enough junk already cluttering up the bookstores and internet. I was mistaken–I thought there was an abundance already. But no. Someone, somewhere, for some reason, figured we needed more. You can actually go here and buy your very own ‘I Watch Joel Osteen’ lapel pin, in the hopes that someone will stop you on the street and come to know Christ through, yes, Joel Osteen’s ministry.

Dear God help us…

[murmuring about making a whip and turning over tables....]

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Make Yourself

Nov 9th 2005

By: tom cottar

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OK. I realize that this is probably not what Brandon Boyd had in mind…but you can go here and create your own avatar (icon).

Check me out…I look much cooler in cyberspace.

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Coffee with a Flaming Idiot…

Nov 8th 2005

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Yesterday in Waco, we’re sitting at a local coffee house waiting for Brennan Manning NOT to show. (see post below.) One of the girls in our group orders her drink, a ‘Flaming Idiot’–a sort of latte with cinnamon and other girly stuff.

Just before the ‘coffee artist’ (whatever that is…) tops off her drink with whipped cream and little chocolately sprinkles, she asks, “Do you want everything on this Flaming Idiot?”. Only her inflection sounded more like “Do you want everything on this, (you) Flaming Idiot?”.

Good times.

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MIA: The Ragamuffin Godfather

Nov 7th 2005

By: tom cottar

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Twelve years ago, I was privileged to spend a weekend with Rich Mullins. It changed my life forever, but not in the ways you’d think.

During a retreat in McKinney, Rich and Beaker led worship and spoke to nearly 500 students. I was volunteering as a leader with a college group and we were staying at a nearby house each night. After each service, Rich would come to the house and hang out with us. Drinking coffee, talking theology, and sharing stories, we’d laugh and cry until the wee hours of the morning. Like hundreds of others, Rich’s music, life and ministry had impacted my own in ways that hadn’t even surfaced yet. But each night, his words dripped with wisdom. They were like drops of living water that splashed on my thirsty tongue. One night, after all but two of the group had gone to bed, Rich asked us, “Do you guys like to read?”

“Sure.” I said.

“Ever read any Chesterton?”, he asked.

“Nope. Never heard of him.”, I replied, feeling a little ignorant.

He stared at me. “Man. You need to read him. He’s almost as good as Brennan’s stuff.”

Now he had me. “Brennan?” I asked. “Who’s Brennan?”

Rich then launched into an eager, passionate description of his friend Brennan Manning, of which his favorite, of course, was The Ragamuffin Gospel.

“Brother, it changed my life,” he said, “Brennan helped me realize that the gospel of Jesus is not about giving my best for God, but about realizing I have nothing to give Him. That everything I have is nothing but a gift, an expression of grace, straight from God. Everything I have is from Him…I’m just a beggar-turned-son.”

I did just what you would have done: I bought The Ragamuffin Gospel at 9am on Monday morning. Although I’ve bought and given away approximately 30 copies since then, I still have that copy. In fact, as I type this it is within arm’s reach.

Brennan was scheduled to speak today at BU. So, James, tg2 and I loaded up and drove a couple of hours to sit on the front row and soak up the wisdom of my personal Yoda: a feeble, frail man who has been weathered by alcohol, depression, divorce, and religious legalism, but who has been rescued and reborn by the free handout of amazin’ grace, and whose eyes still dance with the wide-eyed wonderment of my toddler’s.

But he didn’t show.

Brennan was rushed to the hospital Saturday night, due to complications of emphysema and, although, released Sunday afternoon to his New Orleans home, was not able to travel to Waco.

If you don’t have a copy of Ragamuffin, I’ll sell you my first copy for $10,000. Or you can run here and get one before they close tonite. Don’t wait for Amazon to ship it to you…it may take 2 days or more. In the meantime, religion can choke you under it’s yoke.

And pray for Brennan.

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Thank you

Nov 7th 2005

By: tom cottar

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Thank you.

It’s been nearly a week since my last blog entry. So much has happened. Maybe later I can go into details in a future post, but you know me: I’m a bottom-line kinda guy. So, here goes:

Last week our family was blessed in an incredibly generous act of love and grace. We had a need that only God could provide….and He did so through some fellow believers in our little community of faith here in P-ville. I’ve cried nearly every time I’ve thought or talked about it.

As ministers, our vocational job is to meet the needs of others and to train fellow believers to do the same. Ministry is an incredibly rewarding experience when the crosshairs of your efforts are aimed at blessing others instead of trying to ‘get yours’. (that’s another post for later…)

However, being on the receiving end of such a tremendous blessing is both an honoring and humbling thing. After 15 years in the ministry, Heather and I were blessed last week like never before. By anyone. Anywhere.

All I can say is ‘thank you’.

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I Still Don’t Get It…

Oct 27th 2005

By: tom cottar

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Dang it.

One day –when the dust settles–I will write an incessantly long blog about how things continue to happen in my life. I have a ‘chance encounter’ with someone, and the next day….BAM! God thumps me on the head like a 6th grader and says, “Dude. You totally missed it.”

This morning, I read this.

The greatest part is this quote:
“I simply argue that the cross be raised again at the center of the market place as well as on the steeple of the church. I am recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles, but on a cross between two thieves; on a town garbage heap; at a crossroad so cosmopolitan that they had to write His title in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin… at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse, and soldiers gamble. That is where churchmen ought to be, and what churchmen ought to be about.”

Here’s where I got thumped:
Yesterday, I walked to Pizza Hut with a group of high schoolers (you know who you are). Some of them didn’t want to walk, because we’d have to walk through the crowd of skaters/smokers/potheads dressed in black hanging out in front of Subway.

“Cool. Then let’s walk.” I said.

As we got closer to ‘them’, my group became more and more quiet. Anxious. Walking and staring at the ground. One of the guys in black had long hair and smelled like a mix of Camels and stale grass. And he spoke to one of the highschoolers I was with.

“Hey, dude.” he said.

“Hey.”

Once we got out of earshot, hunkychristianman whispered, “He’s in one of my classes…”

Good. We should have friends outside our little Christian Country Club.

We went in, ate pizza, watched a pathetic clown and headed back to church for FUEL.

(Here comes the thump)
After FUEL, my wife says to me, “Why didn’t you just invite the skaters in for pizza, no strings attached?”

Dang it. A simple expression of love.

Jesus said, “And whoever offers these little ones even a cold cup of water [maybe pizza?] will not lose his reward.”

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Convictions #1 and #2

Oct 26th 2005

By: tom cottar

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The first: Students are looking for a soul-shaking, heart-waking, world-changing God to fall in love with; and if they do not find that God in the Christian Church, they will most likely settle for lesser gods elsewhere. The second conviction: so will we.

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A Cloud of Dust

The Problem

One More Reason To Hate Wal-Mart

What Would Jesus WEAR?

Make Yourself

Coffee with a Flaming Idiot…

MIA: The Ragamuffin Godfather

Thank you

I Still Don’t Get It…

Convictions #1 and #2

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