May God Grant You Holy Discontent

By Rev. Dave deFreese, Vice President of Church Relations and International Programming at Mosaic

“Even now, says the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning."  --Joel 2:12

Never grow comfortable with cruelty.
Our personal sin is not God’s sole (soul) concern.Often the prophets called God’s people to repentance for the systematic sins of their community living; inequality, injustice, and the lack of hospitality.With dire warning, the prophet Joel calls the people to a fervent discontent with the way they were treating each other and the stranger.
Passionately oppose every bit of inhumanity you recognize.
Joel implores us, “Blow the trumpet…sound the alarm.”God cares how we attend the needs of one another.
Work for justice and be outraged when it is denied.
To have holy discontent is to see harm and to respond with hope.Holy discontent awakens us to be fully alert to the struggles around us and to be motivated to make a change that is for th…

Return to Me with All Your Heart

By Bishop Brian Maas

Loving What God Has Given Us

By Rev. Juliet Focken, Assistant to the Bishop

Sometimes, the work of being a pastor is overwhelming.It’s a call to the whole church, and that often means our support systems and our closest friends might be too far away to be a part of our daily lives.
Authors have written about the prairie for years, the peace that is in the wide open graciousness of the sky, the joy that comes from working the land and loving what God has given us, but also the wind that whips through and voices the struggles of loneliness.It’s not that the wide open is bad, it’s just that if you haven’t grown up here, the land that you love might look and sound different.It’s beautiful to see the first planters out, and to see the new sprouts of corn and beans in the spring.It’s peaceful to watch the summer sunsets as the sun fades into gloriously vibrant colors.It’s joyful to see the wind stir up the leaves into color and hope of growth for the next year.Sometimes, it’s difficult to see the joy and hope in the wint…