Mark

I can't fool myself into believing that I've gotten close to the kind of costly discipleship that Jesus is speaking of in Mark 8.

What can we possibly find in Mark's terse temptation account to help us in our wilderness wanderings?

God is concerned with the health of women. God cares about teenagers who end up in a lifetime of poverty. Jesus healed the bleeding woman 2,000 years ago, and I think if he walked the streets today, he just might hand her a packet of pink pills. 

If the disciples hoped before that Jesus didn't know what he was saying, these hopes are now gone.

We all live out our lives in the wilderness.

What animates our being? What possesses or consumes us?

Simon and Andrew immediately left their nets and followed. If only we could respond so quickly.

As the second Sunday in advent approaches, I find the prophets of the season compelling. To my ears, their message sounds pretty consistent: "Change the ways of this world."

I'm afraid I want the good news of Christmas without the challenge.

It’s scary. Sometimes, we Scrappers have to swallow our pride in order to start working with the institution that turned us away. Often, Scrappers develop autonomy and a certain voice that we fear we'll lose if we move into partnership with an established organization. We worry that the structure will steal our ideas and they'll have the money and power to pull them off—without us. 

Just as an injured athlete needs to take a break, my friends needed to take some time to rest. And like the paralytic at Capernaum, they could depend on others' faith and not just their own.

We see in Bartimaeus's story the same basic elements that are present in the calling of Jesus’ first disciples.

Why caricature the rich man as smug and self-righteous when Mark shows him humbly asking an existential question?

People who are satisfied and content do not seek Jesus—only those who know there is something missing from their lives.