I attend a church where people plunk down in the aisle seats so everybody else has to climb over them to get to a seat. If people want to hang out in the atrium before the service, they place their Bibles in the aisle seats so nobody else sits there. Read more »

I wonder if God is amused or annoyed about Christians trying to out-humble each other.

Since it adds up to devaluing the gift his Son died to give us, I’d guess he gets a little ticked. Read more »

Go to http://FUMCHUB.org, click on sermon archives, then 1/11/09. You’ll see my name, picture and sermon title there, so it’s not too tricky.

They did a great job with the presentation. As I spoke, I noticed a man taking lots of pictures of me–for reasons unknown. The reason turned out to be to add them to the sermon audio. Very nicely done.

FUMCHUB, First United Methodist Church of Huntington Beach [CA] is dear to my heart. It’s the home of The Dowdell Chapel, built to honor my Mom and Dad. You’ll hear references to them in the sermon, mostly about my Dad. I’m a Daddy’s girl.



Read more about author Bette Dowdell at http://BetteDowdell.com

Listening to Christians talk about their unworthiness gets wearisome. Especially since such conversations never go anywhere. Around and around the such-a-worm-as-I barn they go, savoring their lack of value so highly they’d like to assign it to everybody else, too.

Well, I wasn’t worthy to receive God’s love, either, but he gave it to me anyway, and I am unworthy no more. Let me put it this way: If somebody offered me a gazillion dollars to be Miss America, I’d swallow any talk of unworthiness–however obvious to casual observers–grab the tiara and start practicing the wave. Read more »