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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 11: No Disposable Parts

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Read 1 Corinthians 12:12–22

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“For there is one body and one Spirit, just as you have been called to one glorious hope for the future” (Ephesians 4:4 NLT).

A grimy human hand reaches upward from a dumpster filled with discarded mannequin heads, arms, legs, an ear, and an eye as two living hands reach down to help. The contrast between the human hand and discarded body parts evokes the truth that no person is disposable.
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I love music. I mean, I really love music. Heavy metal, industrial, rock and roll, goth—get me going and I am there! My musical tastes are actually far more eclectic than those categories might suggest. I can move quite happily from Beethoven to Bon Jovi to Jewel to Stryper to, well, yes, Marilyn Manson.

At least I’m balanced!

To be honest, people are often shocked that I would listen to—or, worse yet, attend—a Marilyn Manson concert. My reaction is: Why? Would Jesus not find himself at such a concert too? Jesus was called “a glutton and a drunkard” and “a friend of tax collectors and other sinners” because of the company he kept (Matthew 11:19). He repeatedly went where respectable religious people thought respectable religious people should not go. Besides, I’ve been listening to Marilyn Manson since I was, well, a teenager—and here I grew up to become a Christian pastor. Who knew, right?!

Over the years, I’ve had several opportunities to see the band live. The last time I saw Marilyn Manson in concert, he stopped at one point and talked about something that has followed him throughout his career: people trying to dispose of him. Most recently, that story has included serious allegations of sexual abuse and the enormous public and professional fallout surrounding them. After a four-year criminal investigation, however, prosecutors ultimately declined to bring charges, determining that the domestic-violence allegations fell outside the statute of limitations and that the sexual-assault allegations could not be proven beyond a reasonable doubt. Some of the civil claims against him were also dismissed, withdrawn, or settled. Accountability for harm matters, but so does telling the whole story rather than freezing someone forever at the moment of accusation. Still, something Manson said that night struck me. People had tried to dispose of him, he said, but he had never been disposable.

That word caught my attention because Manson had been using it long before his most recent controversies. In 2000, he released a song called “The Disposable Teens.” The song gives voice to the alienation and anger of young people pushing against systems of authority and social expectations that seem to have little place for them unless they become what those systems expect.

The title itself is unsettling: disposable teens.

People young enough to still be discovering who they are, yet already receiving the message that if they do not fit, behave, believe, achieve, produce, or conform correctly, society can simply move on without them. More than two decades later, I heard the person who sang about disposable teens standing onstage insisting that he himself had never been disposable.

Sitting there listening, I found myself agreeing with him on this:

No human being is disposable.

That does not mean our actions do not matter. Human dignity does not eliminate accountability, consequences, repentance, justice, or the responsibility to repair harm. Christianity does not teach that because every person bears sacred worth, everything every person does must therefore be accepted. There is a profound difference between holding someone accountable and declaring that person expendable.

Paul makes an even more radical claim about the Christian community in 1 Corinthians 12. The church in Corinth was a mess. Its members competed over status, spiritual gifts, leadership, knowledge, wealth, and importance. Some considered themselves more significant than others. Into that fractured community, Paul introduces an image they could hardly misunderstand: a body.

One body, composed of many parts.

But Paul does something fascinating with the image. He addresses disposability from both directions. First comes the person who feels disposable. The foot looks at the hand and essentially says, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body.” The ear compares itself with the eye and reaches the same conclusion.

I know that voice. Perhaps you do too.

Because I am not like you, I do not belong. Because I cannot do what you do. Because I do not look like you. Because my gifts are different. Because my body works differently. Because my mind works differently. Because I am too old, too young, too wounded, too strange, too uncertain, too much, or somehow not enough.

Paul’s response is wonderfully straightforward: saying you do not belong does not make you stop belonging. The foot remains part of the body. The ear remains part of the body. Difference does not disqualify belonging.

Then Paul turns the argument around. Now it is no longer the foot saying, “I do not belong.” It is the eye saying to the hand, “I don’t need you.”

That is the voice of superiority rather than insecurity. It is what happens when one part of the body decides it possesses enough importance, power, ability, resources, knowledge, or status to determine whether another part is necessary. Paul rejects that sentence too. In fact, Paul says that the parts of the body that seem weakest are actually indispensable.

Notice what Paul does not say. Paul does not say the weaker parts should be tolerated because perhaps someday they will become stronger. Paul does not say everyone deserves a place because everyone can eventually be made useful. Paul does not tell the apparently weaker members to discover their hidden productivity so the rest of the body can justify keeping them around.

They are indispensable.

That distinction matters because even churches can begin measuring human worth according to usefulness. We may never say it aloud, but our questions can reveal the calculation: Can you serve? Can you teach? Can you sing? Can you give? Can you sit on a committee? Can you volunteer? Can you help us grow? Can you still do what you used to do?

There is nothing wrong with discovering and using our gifts. Paul spends considerable time talking about them. But the Body of Christ is not a machine whose parts earn their place by remaining productive.

A person lying in a nursing-home bed is not less part of Christ’s Body because they can no longer serve on a committee. A person with a disability does not need to demonstrate some inspirational hidden talent before becoming indispensable. A teenager sitting silently in the back of the sanctuary does not have to become “the future of the church” before being valued as part of the church now. And notice how often, when we speak about that future, we attach expectations about how they should look, talk, believe, behave, and belong when they get there. The exhausted person who presently needs more from the community than they can give back is not a drain on the Body. And the person whose gifts, personality, questions, identity, or way of moving through the world does not fit neatly into our existing structures is not spare equipment waiting to be discarded.

Belonging to the Body is not something we earn by proving our usefulness.

This is where Paul’s metaphor becomes particularly uncomfortable for institutions, because institutions inevitably make calculations. Budgets must balance. Programs must be evaluated. Buildings must be maintained. Organizations have to make decisions about what is sustainable and what is not. 

But people are not programs. People are not buildings. People are not line items.

The Church may sometimes have to let structures die. We may have to close programs, change traditions, merge ministries, relinquish buildings, or admit that something which once served the mission no longer does. None of those decisions makes the people connected to those structures disposable. The Body of Christ has no surplus members.

That means neither of the false conclusions Paul sets up is available to us. We cannot look at ourselves and say, “Because I am not like you, I do not belong.” And we cannot look at another person and say, “Because you are not like me, I do not need you.” The first denies the place God has given us. The second denies the place God has given someone else.

Perhaps that is why the phrase I heard at that concert stayed with me: I was never disposable.

Neither were you. Neither is the person you find difficult. Neither is the person who can no longer produce what they once produced. Neither is the person whose presence complicates the community rather than making it more efficient. Neither is the person the world has decided would be easier to ignore.

God is creating something new, and according to Paul, that new creation looks remarkably like a body: different parts, different gifts, different functions, joined into a life none possesses alone.

There are no disposable teens. There are no disposable adults. There are no disposable people.

And in the Body of Christ, there are no disposable parts.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Belonging to the Body is not something we earn by proving our usefulness.

PRAYER
God of every member, free us from believing that our differences make us unnecessary and from treating the differences of others as reasons we do not need them. Teach us to honor the dignity of every person, use our gifts without measuring our worth by them, and become a Body in which no one is treated as disposable. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 10: Rivers in the Wasteland

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Read Isaiah 43:19–21

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Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4 NLT)

A clear river winds through a volcanic wasteland beneath a scarred mountain. Elk drink from the water as birds fly overhead and fresh vegetation emerges among ash, fallen trees, and mineral-rich soil.
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I have loved volcanoes since I was a boy. I had a book about them that I returned to repeatedly, studying the pictures and learning about the devastation—and transformation—they could produce. Two volcanoes especially captured my imagination: Mount Vesuvius and Mount St. Helens.

Vesuvius possessed the mystery of the ancient world. Its eruption in 79 CE buried entire communities beneath ash and volcanic debris, capturing human fear and imagination for nearly two millennia. As a boy, I was fascinated by the pictures and by the story of a thriving world suddenly entombed beneath the earth.

Mount St. Helens felt different because its eruption was not ancient history. It happened in 1980, during my lifetime. The blast leveled forests, displaced wildlife, and left hundreds of square miles looking barren. The photographs showed a landscape so thoroughly devastated that it seemed impossible for life ever to flourish there again.

Perhaps that was what fascinated me most. Volcanoes reveal both the terrifying power of destruction and creation’s astonishing capacity for renewal.

There is nothing romantic about the devastation they cause. Landscapes disappear. Habitats collapse. Lives are lost. What once sustained life becomes difficult to recognize.

Yet devastation is not the only thing volcanoes produce. As volcanic material weathers over time, it releases minerals into the earth. What initially buried the landscape can eventually contribute to remarkably fertile soil. New plants take root. Animals return. Entire ecosystems begin developing across ground that once appeared incapable of sustaining anything.

The landscape does not return unchanged. The forest growing around Mount St. Helens is not the same forest that stood there before the eruption. New life does not erase the devastation or restore everything that was lost. It emerges from altered ground.

Volcanoes remind us of a truth embedded within creation: destruction may radically change the landscape without gaining the authority to determine its final future.

The people receiving the words of Isaiah 43 understood what it meant for their world to erupt. Jerusalem had fallen. The Temple had been destroyed. Many had been carried into exile in Babylon. Their political, religious, and communal lives had been torn apart. They were not enduring a temporary inconvenience. They were living amid the collapse of the world they had known.

Into that devastation, a later prophetic voice continuing in Isaiah’s tradition announces that God is making a road through the wilderness and creating rivers in the wasteland.

God does not deny that the wasteland exists. Scripture does not tell the exiles to rename devastation as blessing, pretend that displacement did not wound them, or become grateful for everything they had suffered. Babylonian exile was not good merely because God could bring life from it. Faith does not require us to call destruction holy before we are permitted to hope.

Instead, Isaiah announces that devastation does not exhaust God’s creative possibilities.

Psalm 23 offers a similar promise: “Even when I walk through the darkest valley…” The familiar language of the King James Version calls it “the valley of the shadow of death.” Either way, the psalm does not promise that faithful people will never enter death-shadowed terrain. It promises that we do not enter it alone.

The crucial word is through.

God’s presence does not always remove the valley or immediately return us to where we were before entering it. Sometimes the only faithful path leads directly through terrain we would rather avoid. Yet Isaiah adds something astonishing to that promise. God not only accompanies the people through the wasteland; God brings water into it.

God creates the conditions through which life can emerge in the very place that appeared incapable of sustaining it.

Isaiah says that even the wild animals will honor God because God provides water in the wilderness. On the surface, this is a beautiful picture of creation receiving God’s provision. Within prophetic language, however, wild animals often carried an additional meaning. Jackals, ostriches, and other wilderness creatures were associated with abandoned ruins. Their presence indicated that human settlements had collapsed and cultivated places had reverted to wilderness.

They were signs that civilization had left and desolation had taken over.

Isaiah reverses the image. The wild animals no longer testify only to abandonment. They become witnesses to renewal. The creatures most closely associated with the wasteland are among the first to recognize that water is flowing there.

There may even be some prophetic irony in that. God asks the people, “Do you not see it?” Meanwhile, the wild animals are already drinking.

Creation recognizes God’s provision while human beings are still deciding whether it counts.

Perhaps that is because we frequently expect renewal to look like restoration to a former condition. We want the same forest, the same structures, the same communities, the same bodies, the same relationships, or the same versions of ourselves we knew before everything erupted. We pray for new life while quietly defining it as the recovery of the old one.

But God does not promise the exiles a replica of their past. By the time the first exiles returned, nearly fifty years had passed since Jerusalem’s destruction—and about sixty since the first major deportation. Many returnees had been born in Babylon and knew Judah only through inherited stories. Meanwhile, Judah had not remained empty. Those who survived there had cultivated the land, raised families, and formed lives of their own. The return brought competing claims about land, belonging, and authority—not an uncomplicated homecoming. There was no road back to the world as it had been. God would have to make a new one.

The Church must hear this when looking at struggling congregations, neglected neighborhoods, wounded communities, and people whose lives no longer fit familiar expectations. Institutions often survey altered ground, calculate what has been lost, and conclude that nothing valuable can grow there. Resources are withdrawn. Communities are abandoned. People are treated as liabilities because they cannot reproduce what existed before.

God sees differently.

God sees the minerals hidden within the ash. God sees water beneath the wasteland. God sees ecosystems that do not yet resemble anything we recognize. And those dismissed as wild, unwanted, unrespectable, or out of place may be the first to drink from the river and recognize that God has not abandoned the terrain.

The same is true within us. Some experiences alter us permanently. We may never become the person we were before the eruption, and healing does not require us to do so. God’s new creation is not confined to reconstructing an earlier version of our lives. Grace can nourish something genuinely new—something shaped by what we have survived without being defined solely by it.

The ash remains part of the ground, but it does not prevent the ground from becoming fertile.

God leads us through the valley. God remains with us in the wasteland. Then, sometimes slowly and beyond the timetable we would choose, living water begins to flow through the devastation.

The wasteland is real.

But it does not get the final word.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
God does not always restore the former landscape; sometimes God creates a new ecosystem within it.

PRAYER
Life-giving God, remain with us when the landscape of our lives is altered beyond recognition. Lead us through death-shadowed valleys, help us perceive the rivers you are creating, and give us courage to welcome life even when it does not resemble what came before. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 9: Can You See It?

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Read Isaiah 43:18–19

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“And the one sitting on the throne said, ‘Look, I am making everything new!’ And then he said to me, ‘Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.’” (Revelation 21:5 NLT)

Two groundhogs emerge from their burrow at dawn in a Pennsylvania landscape. Bare trees and lingering frost surround them, while tiny green shoots and warm sunlight quietly reveal that spring has already begun.
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During the last couple of years I lived in Pennsylvania, I knew spring had arrived when the groundhogs began appearing. First, I would see Mama and Papa Groundhog venturing out again. Then, later in the spring, their pups would emerge and begin exploring the world around them.

And no—they never appeared on Groundhog Day.

They followed no human calendar and waited for no ceremonial announcement. By the time I saw them, the changing season was already underway. Life had been stirring beneath the ground before any groundhog—or pastor—appeared above it.

That is the tension within God’s question through Isaiah: “I have already begun! Do you not see it?” God is not merely promising that something new will happen eventually. God declares that the new thing is already emerging, even while the wilderness still looks like a wilderness.

These words were not written by the eighth-century prophet Isaiah himself. They come from a later prophetic voice continuing in Isaiah’s tradition, speaking to the people of Judah during the Babylonian exile. Jerusalem had fallen, the Temple had been destroyed, and the people were living far from home under foreign rule. They needed more than a comforting memory of what God had once done; they needed to recognize what God was beginning to do among them now.

The exiles knew what God had done before. Their ancestors had been enslaved in Egypt, trapped between Pharaoh’s army and the sea, with no visible road to freedom. Then God divided the waters and made a way where no way appeared possible. The Exodus became the defining testimony of Israel’s deliverance—a sacred memory passed from one generation to the next.

Yet Isaiah declares, “But forget all that—it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.” God is not commanding the people to erase their history or diminish what God had done. In fact, the verses immediately preceding this passage deliberately invoke the Exodus. The past still testifies to God’s faithful character.

The warning concerns what happens when sacred memory becomes a boundary around what God may do next.

Before, God made a road through the sea. Now, God promises a road through the wilderness. Before, God divided the waters. Now, God promises to bring water into a wasteland. The landscape changes. The method changes. God’s faithfulness remains.

The people knew how to recognize the God who made a road through the sea. The question was whether they could recognize that same God making a road through unfamiliar terrain.

God declares, “I have already begun! Do you not see it?”

That question suggests something unsettling: God’s new work may already be emerging while God’s people remain unable—or unwilling—to perceive it. They may be staring toward the sea, waiting for familiar waters to divide, while life is already breaking through somewhere else.

This does not mean that everything new comes from God. Newness alone is not evidence of holiness. Not every innovation is faithful, every disruption is deliverance, or every promise of change is life-giving. Institutions can adopt new language, introduce new programs, and advertise new visions without confronting injustice, relinquishing control, or changing anything substantive.

God’s new work must be discerned according to God’s revealed character. Does it produce the fruit of the Spirit? Does it cultivate love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control? Does it tell the truth, practice mercy, pursue justice, extend hospitality, loosen bonds, and restore life?

Discernment protects us from two equal dangers: worshiping novelty simply because it is new and rejecting God’s work simply because it is unfamiliar.

The second danger can be particularly difficult for churches and institutions to recognize. We may pray passionately for renewal while quietly prescribing what renewal must look like. It must use our familiar language, preserve our established structures, affirm our existing authority, and resemble a previous season when God’s presence seemed especially clear.

A testimony can become a template. A former movement can become a monument. Nostalgia can disguise itself as faithfulness.

Then, when new life begins emerging through unfamiliar people, overlooked communities, or places we had dismissed as barren, we may resist the very renewal for which we prayed. We may conclude that God is absent because God is not working through the people, practices, and patterns we expected.

The same temptation exists within us personally. We can become attached to the way God once met us, the work through which we once served, what once gave our lives meaning, or the person we once believed we had to be. Those memories may remain sacred, but they do not have to dictate our future. Honoring who we have been does not require us to remain there.

Sometimes the new thing God is revealing is not an opportunity appearing outside us, but a truer life already emerging within us. It may begin quietly—small enough to overlook, unfamiliar enough to mistrust, and alive before anyone else recognizes or approves it.

The past testifies that God makes ways where none appear possible. Faith trusts that God is not restricted to making the same way twice. Honestly, I praise Jesus for that!

Friends, the new thing may already be emerging.

Can you see it?

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
God’s faithfulness does not require God to repeat the past.

PRAYER
Faithful God, free us from confusing familiarity with faithfulness. Teach us to honor what you have done without restricting what you may do next. Give us wisdom to discern your character, courage to recognize your new work, and faith to follow the road you are creating. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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God Beginnings, Part 8: Known by Name

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Read Isaiah 43:1–7

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“’Mary!’ Jesus said. She turned to him and cried out, ‘Rabboni!’ (which is Hebrew for “Teacher”).” (John 20:16 NLT)

Mary Magdalene turns toward the risen Christ outside the empty tomb at dawn. Behind her, dark faces representing imposed identities and accusations shatter and dissolve, while Christ reaches toward her in warm resurrection light and calls her by name.
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Mary Magdalene had likely heard many things said about her. Troubled. Unclean. Possessed. Crazy. That woman. The one with the demons. Scripture tells us that Jesus had freed her from seven demons, and even after her healing, people may still have defined her by what had once afflicted her. Communities are often slow to release someone from an old reputation. A person can be restored to life while others continue calling them by the name of their former suffering.

Then, outside the empty tomb, Mary hears one word:

“Mary!”

Jesus does not call her by her history, her affliction, or her social category. Jesus calls her by name.

That moment changes everything. The tomb is still there. Mary’s grief has been real. The violence that killed Jesus has not been erased. Yet when the risen Christ speaks her name, Mary recognizes that death has not ended the story. She is personally known by the One who calls life out of death.

Through the prophet Isaiah, God spoke with that same intimacy to a people whose circumstances had made them feel forgotten. They had experienced judgment, displacement, and uncertainty. Their life together had been wounded, and the future before them remained unclear. Yet God began not with their failures or their captivity, but with a reminder of who formed them:

“I have called you by name; you are mine.”

God’s knowledge of Israel was not merely informational. God did not simply know facts about the people. God created, formed, redeemed, named, accompanied, and gathered them. They were known through relationship. They belonged to God, not because they had successfully earned recognition, but because God’s faithfulness reached them even within exile.

Friends, God knows us by name and calls us into new life.

Being known by God does not mean that deep waters, raging rivers, or consuming fires will never come. Isaiah promises no such exemption. God’s people will pass through dangerous places. What God promises is presence: the waters will not overwhelm them, the rivers will not sweep them away, and the fire will not consume them.

Those forces may affect their lives, but they do not get to define their identities. Exile does not erase their belonging. Suffering does not cancel their worth. Captivity does not become their name.

When God says, “You are mine,” this is not the possessive claim of someone trying to control another person. Human beings often use belonging as an excuse to dominate: You are mine, so I decide who you must be. You belong here, so you must conform. We accepted you, so you owe us the version of yourself we prefer.

God’s claim moves in the opposite direction. God refuses to surrender a person’s identity to captivity, shame, danger, or the judgments of others. God’s naming restores belonging; it does not remove personhood.

The world often names people in order to control them. God calls people by name in order to restore them.

Our world is skilled at assigning labels. People are called respectable or embarrassing, normal or deviant, faithful or troublesome, useful or disposable. A person may be reduced to what happened to them, something they once did, a condition with which they live, the body they inhabit, the person they love, or the ways they fail to meet someone else’s expectations.

Institutions assign names too. Sometimes they decide who is welcome, who may speak, who possesses authority, and whose testimony can be trusted. They may insist that people hide pieces of themselves, perform an approved identity, or answer to labels that make everyone else more comfortable.

Even the Church can become more invested in naming people than in knowing them. We may attach a category to someone and imagine that we have understood the whole person. We may speak about people without listening to them. We may demand that they answer to identities formed by our fear, prejudice, theology, or need for control—and then call that demand faithfulness.

The unsettling question is unavoidable:

Does the Church help people hear God calling their names, or demand that they answer to names God never gave them?

Mary stands before the risen Christ carrying grief, confusion, and a history others may have used against her. Jesus does not reduce her to any of it. Jesus calls her, “Mary.”

In hearing her name, Mary recognizes Christ. She also receives a new beginning. Jesus does not merely comfort her and send her back into silence. Mary is called into witness. The woman whose society might have questioned or dismissed her testimony becomes the one entrusted to announce resurrection to the disciples. What’s more, Jesus then sends her, “that woman”, to be the first preacher of the Gospel!

Christ’s recognition does not wait for institutional permission.

That does not mean God’s call invents an entirely different person or removes everything that came before. Mary remained Mary. Her history remained part of her story. But neither her suffering nor the labels attached to it could contain what she was becoming. The risen Christ called the person who had always been there into a life that death, shame, and social judgment could not prevent.

God knows who we are, friends—even when the world does not.

God knows us beneath the labels others have imposed, beneath the roles we have learned to perform, and beneath the false selves we have constructed to remain acceptable. God does not call us away from the person God created. God calls us out of whatever has prevented that person from living fully.

A God beginning may start with hearing our name spoken beyond all the noise that tried to rename us. It may begin when we discover that God has never confused us with our wounds, our failures, or the categories others used to contain us. It may begin when we finally trust that being fully known by God does not erase us—it restores us.

The risen Christ still stands near places we have mistaken for endings. Christ still calls people whom the world has mislabeled, underestimated, or dismissed. Christ still speaks our names—not to control who we may become, but to call us into resurrection life.

Listen.

God knows your name.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
God knows us by name and calls us into new life.

PRAYER
God who creates, forms, and restores us, help us hear your voice beyond every label that has diminished or confined us. Teach us to recognize others as people you know by name, and give us courage to answer when you call us into new life. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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God Beginnings, part 7: There’s No “Without” in God

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Read Exodus 33:12–17

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“Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20 NLT)

A modern congregation sits in a warm wooden sanctuary as the center aisle opens into a wilderness road. Worshipers transition into the mixed multitude journeying toward Mount Sinai beneath radiant clouds, joining present-day worship with God’s covenant-forming presence in Exodus.
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When I sat down for worship on the first Sunday of my new appointment just a few short weeks ago, I did not yet have my bearings straight.

I did not fully know the order of worship or how everything moved. The people, patterns, and particulars were still unfamiliar to me. After spending time away from the regular rhythms of pastoral ministry during my renewal leave, I might have expected the experience to feel strange.

Instead, I felt at home.

The prayers, music, Scripture, sanctuary, and people gathered around me formed a rhythm I already knew. I did not need to understand every detail before I could enter into it. I still do not know exactly how I fit within these particular communities, but I recognize the life we are sharing.

So, in those first worship services that first Sunday, the unfamiliar was being held by something familiar…and it still is.

That experience does not give me a complete map of what lies ahead. It does not instantly answer every question or remove every uncertainty. But it reminds me that I am not beginning from nowhere. God’s presence is already here—in the worship, within the gathered community, throughout the surroundings, and within me.

Moses also knows what it means to face a new beginning without having his bearings straight.

The people of Israel have escaped Egypt, crossed the sea, and entered the wilderness. They have endured hunger, thirst, fear, conflict, and uncertainty. Then, while Moses is on Mount Sinai, they fashion a golden calf and worship it. The covenant has scarcely been established before it is violated.

Yet the journey must continue.

God tells Moses to lead the people forward, but Moses is not willing to settle for a destination. The promise of land is not enough. Survival is not enough. Even success is not enough.

“If you don’t personally go with us,” Moses says, “don’t make us leave this place.”

Moses understands that reaching the promised land without God’s presence would not be the fulfillment of God’s promise. It would only be arriving somewhere else.

A destination can be reached without faithfulness. A goal can be accomplished without love. An institution can survive without serving the purpose for which it was created. Something can succeed by every measurable standard and still bear little resemblance to the character of God.

The promised land without God’s presence would be only land.

So Moses refuses to go without God.

But how do people recognize the presence of a God who cannot be contained within any single place, person, feeling, or experience?

Sometimes God’s presence becomes tangible through another person—someone who stays, listens, carries, feeds, challenges, advocates, or walks beside us. Sometimes it surrounds us through a community whose shared life gives us somewhere to belong. At other times, it meets us through an unexpected opportunity, a timely interruption, a place of refuge, the natural world, music, art, memory, rest, resistance, or the sudden opening of a way we could not see before.

God’s presence takes more forms than we can name and often reaches us through instruments we were never taught to recognize.

That was already true of the people journeying with Moses. Exodus tells us that a “rabble of non-Israelites” also left Egypt with Israel. Other translations call them a “mixed multitude.” They were not merely outsiders traveling beside God’s covenant people. At Sinai, this varied multitude was gathered together and constituted as Israel—the covenant people of God. Israel had been Jacob’s name and the identity of his descendants; now God was forming a wider group of people, claiming them as God’s own, and leading them toward land promised to their ancestors.

That makes what follows even more startling. Before Moses descends from the mountain carrying the tablets of the covenant, the people fashion the golden calf. Almost immediately after being constituted as God’s covenant community, they violate that covenant. Yet even after this profound failure, Moses pleads for God’s presence to remain with the whole people.

And, as can be seen, God’s community was already larger and more complicated than a neatly guarded religious boundary.

That should matter to Christians.

We sometimes behave as though God’s presence can be found only among Christian people, inside Christian buildings, through Christian language, or within experiences carrying an approved Christian label. Yet God has never been limited by the boundaries we construct.

The person through whom grace reaches us may share our faith. That person may not. We may encounter God within a sanctuary, but we may also encounter God in a hospital room, a recovery meeting, a forest, a coffee shop, a concert, a protest, or around a kitchen table. God may speak through Scripture and prayer, but God may also reach us through people whom religious institutions have dismissed, distrusted, or excluded.

Grace does not wait for us to verify the religious credentials of its instruments before reaching us through them.

This does not mean that every voice, impulse, institution, or opportunity represents God. Discernment still matters. Moses gives us a way to begin that discernment: God’s presence cannot be separated from God’s character.

Where people are being driven back into bondage, we should hesitate before calling it God’s will. Where power is protected at the expense of vulnerable people, invoking God’s name does not make the work holy. Where conformity is demanded while compassion is withheld, religious language may be plentiful while the character of God is nowhere to be seen.

This is where Moses’ prayer becomes uncomfortable for the church.

Would we rather remain in the wilderness than reach a seemingly successful future without mercy, truth, justice, hospitality, and love?

Churches can pursue growth without discipleship, stability without faithfulness, unity without justice, tradition without living memory, and mission without love. We can become so determined to preserve an institution, complete a project, protect a reputation, or reach a destination that God’s presence becomes something we invoke only after our plans have been settled.

Moses refuses to use God as a ceremonial endorsement of the people’s journey. God must remain at its center.

For Christians, Jesus offers the same promise of presence at the end of Matthew’s Gospel. Jesus sends the disciples toward people, places, and circumstances they cannot yet imagine. They receive a mission, but not a detailed map. They are not promised ease, universal acceptance, institutional security, or visible success.

They are promised, “I am with you always.”

Jesus does not promise that they will never go without anything. They will sometimes go without certainty, comfort, approval, safety, and familiar landmarks. But they will not undertake the journey without Christ.

There may be plenty of “without” along the way, but there is no journey without God.

God’s presence may surround us before we have learned the order, found our bearings, or understood how everything moves. It may meet us through a familiar rhythm in an unfamiliar place. It may become visible in the companion beside us, the multitude surrounding us, the provision sustaining us, the beauty awakening us, the truth unsettling us, the resistance strengthening us, or the path opening before us.

The question is not merely whether God is present.

The question is whether we are paying attention to the many ways God may be present—and whether we are willing to refuse any destination that requires us to leave God’s character behind.

Moses would rather remain in the wilderness with God than reach the promised land without God.

Would we?

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
No destination is truly promised land if reaching it requires us to leave the character of God behind.

PRAYER
Ever-present God, sharpen our vision so that we may recognize your presence in people, places, and forms we might otherwise overlook. Keep us from mistaking success for faithfulness or religious language for holiness. Wherever you lead, help us walk with the varied multitude you gather in mercy, truth, justice, hospitality, and love. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 6: This Is Your Story

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Read Deuteronomy 6:20–25

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“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:19 NLT)

Diverse hands gather historical photographs, handwritten documents, and an open book around an antique New Jersey map highlighting Mount Holly and Trenton, representing the many voices that preserve, inherit, and expand our shared stories.
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “This Is Your Story” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

I recently moved back to my home state of New Jersey. This time, I landed in Mount Holly, an area that played a significant—though often overlooked—role in the American Revolution. Just days before Washington’s victory at Trenton, fighting around Iron Works Hill drew a substantial Hessian force into Mount Holly. Not Trenton, but close! The events here became part of the larger story that helped turn the tide of the war.

Living here has made the history feel especially close during America’s 250th birthday year. Roads, buildings, markers, and place names quietly remind me that the American story unfolded beneath the feet of people who once stood where I now stand.

Perhaps that is one reason I have found myself thinking again about the musical Hamilton. The show retells the founding of the United States through people whose voices, faces, and musical styles had long been excluded from the way that history was usually presented. Near its conclusion, the musical asks, “Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”

That question reaches far beyond Alexander Hamilton.

What story are we telling?

Whose story are we telling?

Who has been left out of the telling?

In Deuteronomy, Moses imagines a future generation asking why the people live as they do. A child will ask about the commandments, laws, and practices handed down to them. The question beneath the question is simple: Why does any of this matter?

The people are not told to answer, “Because we have always done it this way.”

They are not told to begin with rules, institutions, or traditions. They are told to begin with a story: We were enslaved, and God brought us out.

That answer is remarkable because the children asking the question did not personally experience slavery in Egypt. They did not stand before Pharaoh. They did not walk through the sea. Yet the story is given to them in the first-person plural: We were enslaved. God brought us out.

This is your story.

Not because you personally witnessed every event, but because you belong to a people shaped by what God has done. The story of liberation becomes part of your identity, and its meaning becomes part of your responsibility.

That does not mean we inherit a story passively. Every generation must decide how faithfully it will tell what it has received. We can preserve the words while losing their meaning. We can repeat the traditions while forgetting the freedom they were intended to serve. We can tell the story so selectively that those who suffered disappear while those who held power become its only recognizable characters.

Nations do this. Families do this. Churches do this.

We tell stories about courageous founders while overlooking those whose labor made their accomplishments possible. We remember celebrated leaders while forgetting the quiet faithfulness of those who worked without recognition. We preserve photographs of people who stood at the center while leaving unnamed those who were pushed to the edges—or kept outside the frame entirely.

Sometimes the stories we inherit are not false, but incomplete.

Telling a fuller story does not require us to despise our inheritance. It asks us to love the truth more than the comfort of our preferred version. A community cannot honestly testify to God’s liberating work while silencing those who can tell us where bondage still exists.

This is especially important for the church. We can become so preoccupied with preserving our buildings, worship styles, committees, and customs that we forget the story that gave them meaning. When someone asks why any of it matters, “Because we have always done it this way” is not a testimony.

The testimony is that God liberates.

God heard the cries of an enslaved people. God confronted the power that held them. God led them out and began forming them into a community that was not supposed to reproduce the bondage from which they had been freed.

This is Israel’s story, and it remains Israel’s story. Christians do not replace Israel within it. Jesus was Jewish; his life and ministry were formed by Israel’s Scriptures, worship, and hope. Through Christ, Christians understand ourselves as drawn into God’s continuing work of liberation.

For Christians, Jesus embodies this same liberating movement. Christ announced freedom to captives, restored those whom society had pushed aside, confronted powers that diminished human life, and broke the grip of sin and death through the cross and resurrection. Jesus did not merely invite people to believe in freedom. Jesus invited them to become a community that lives differently because God has set them free.

Our testimony, then, is not simply that God liberated people long ago. It is that the liberating work of God continues in Jesus Christ—and that those who follow Christ must not recreate the bondage from which Christ has set us free.

If our telling of the story protects power more than it proclaims liberation, whose story are we actually telling?

If our traditions demand conformity but produce no freedom, what story are they preserving?

If people cannot recognize themselves among those whom we say God loves, welcomes, and delivers, who have we omitted from the telling?

Isaiah’s announcement that God is doing something new does not erase the old story. It reveals that the God who liberated before is still at work. Remembering what God has done should teach us to recognize liberation when it begins appearing among us again—even when it does not look exactly like the past.

“This is your story” is therefore both a gift and a calling.

You belong to the story of a God who hears the oppressed, leads people out of bondage, and makes pathways where none seemed possible. But you are also responsible for how that story continues through you. Your choices, your witness, your silences, and your courage become part of what the next generation will inherit.

One day, someone may ask why we believed, worshiped, served, resisted, welcomed, or hoped as we did.

May our answer be more than, “This is what we were taught.”

May we be able to say, “We were bound, and God led us toward freedom. Others were left outside the story, and God taught us to listen. We thought the road had ended, and God made a new way.”

This is our story.

This is your story.

Now, what story will your life tell?

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
We inherit the story of God’s liberation not merely to repeat it, but to live it truthfully and ensure that no one is erased from its telling.

PRAYER
Liberating God, teach us to tell our stories truthfully, listen for the voices that have been excluded, and recognize the new ways you are leading people toward freedom. May the story we pass on bear faithful witness to what you have done and what you are still doing. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 5: From Simple Stones to Special Stories

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A worn pair of black Doc Martens with red laces rests beside a cairn of river stones on a sunlit woodland trail. Handwritten poetry pages emerge from the boots as the path continues into the distance, symbolizing memories and stories carried across life’s many crossings.
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Read Joshua 4:1–9

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“We will not hide these truths from our children; we will tell the next generation  about the glorious deeds of the LORD, about his power and his mighty wonders.” (Psalm 78:4 NLT)

When I was seventeen years old, I got my first pair of Doc Martens. More than three decades later, as I approach fifty, I still have them. They are worn, of course, but I can still put them on and walk in them.

To anyone else, they are simply an old pair of boots. They have little monetary value, and their scuffs and creases are hardly unusual. Yet when I look at them, I do not merely see worn leather. I see where my feet—and I—have been throughout much of my life.

I wrote poetry in those boots when I was seventeen. The young person wearing them carried hopes, fears, dreams, questions, and wounds I was still learning how to name. Poetry became one of the places where I could put what I was carrying when I did not know where else to place it.

I have continued writing through all the years since. The boots bear the physical marks of where my feet traveled. My poems bear the interior marks of where my spirit traveled.

Each poem and the boots themselves are like stones taken from a particular crossing. Some hold my hopes. Others contain my fears. Some preserve dreams, while others give form to nightmares. They carry moments of insight alongside moments of foolishness. Together, they form an altar of remembrance—one upon which my blood, sweat, tears, and entire unfinished self have been poured.

That does not make every poem equally wise. It does not mean every thought I preserved still represents who I am today. Some stones remind me how far I have come precisely because I would no longer say what I once said or see the world exactly as I once saw it.

Still, they belong to the story.

After Israel crossed the Jordan River, God instructed Joshua to choose twelve people, one from each tribe, and have each person carry a stone from the riverbed. Those stones were arranged as a memorial so that future generations would ask what they meant.

The stones themselves were ordinary. They were not carved with sacred words or transformed into precious jewels. What made them special was the story they carried. They came from a place through which the people could not have passed without God making a way.

The stones quietly proclaimed, “The Holy One met us here.”

They also belonged to the whole community. One stone was taken for each tribe. No single tribe possessed the entire testimony. Each carried part of the memorial, and together they told the story of a people whom God had brought across.

That matters because communities are often tempted to preserve only their preferred stones. We remember the victories while softening the failures. We celebrate those who held visible positions while overlooking those whose faithfulness was quieter. We repeat the stories that make us feel proud while leaving wounds, conflicts, exclusions, and uncomfortable truths buried beneath the river.

But an altar of remembrance built only from polished memories cannot bear honest testimony.

Faithful remembrance does not require us to pretend that every part of our history was good. Israel’s stones did not testify that Israel was flawless. They testified that God was faithful to an unfinished people. Our own memorials can do the same. The moments of joy, grief, wisdom, foolishness, courage, failure, healing, and change can all become part of a truthful witness to the grace that carried us.

The church has its stones too: buildings, traditions, hymns, communion tables, baptismal fonts, old photographs, handwritten records, and stories passed from one generation to another. These things can become sacred reminders of where God has met a community.

But the stones are not God.

A memorial becomes an idol when preserving it becomes more important than following the God to whom it points. The stones were meant to tell future generations how God brought the people across the river. They were never meant to keep the people standing forever on its bank.

My Doc Martens remind me where my feet have been. They do not tell my feet where they are allowed to go next. My poems preserve pieces of who I have been. They do not imprison me within an earlier version of myself.

The same is true for all our stones.

We carry them so that we can tell the truth about where we have been, recognize the grace that met us there, and trust God as we continue becoming. Ordinary stones become special stories when they bear witness—not merely to our past, but to the faithful presence of the One who carried us through it.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The stones we carry should help us remember where God met us, not prevent us from following where God leads next.

PRAYER
Faithful God, help us remember our stories truthfully. Teach us to recognize the grace that has carried us through joy, struggle, wisdom, and failure. May the stones we preserve bear witness to your presence without becoming barriers to where you are leading us next. Amen.

[i] Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 4: The God Who Goes With Us

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Read Genesis 12:1–9

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“Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20 NLT)

A lone hiker pauses beside a carefully stacked stone cairn on a forest trail at sunrise. Golden light filters through towering pines as the winding path disappears into the distance, symbolizing the journey of faith and the quiet practice of remembering where God has been encountered along the way.
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “The God Who Goes With Us” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

A few weeks ago, my family and I packed up our lives and moved to Mount Holly to begin a new chapter in my ministry. As exciting as a new beginning can be, it also means learning an entirely new rhythm of life. New neighbors. New roads. New routines. Right now, my phone rarely leaves its place on the dashboard. Every trip to one of my churches, the grocery store, or just about anywhere else begins the same way: I enter an address and follow the next turn. For now, I’m still learning the roads. I’m trusting the directions one turn at a time.

Abram knew something about new beginnings. Unlike me, however, there was no GPS guiding each turn. There was no detailed map, no carefully planned itinerary, and no assurance of exactly what lay ahead. There was simply an invitation: “Go…to the land I will show you.”

We often read that invitation as if Abram already knew exactly who was speaking. After all, we know how the story unfolds. We know the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. We know Moses, the Exodus, the prophets, the cross, and the empty tomb. Abram knew none of that.

There was no Bible to open. No covenant people. No history of God’s faithfulness stretching back through generations. Abram came from a world filled with many gods and many voices claiming authority. Before Abram could trust the promise, Abram first had to decide whether to trust the One making it. Faith began, not with certainty, but with relationship.

That relationship unfolded one encounter at a time.

When Abram arrived in Canaan, the journey was far from over. God’s promise had not yet been fulfilled. Yet the Lord appeared to Abram, and Abram built an altar. Then he journeyed on. God met him again, and another altar was built. Then the journey continued.

Those altars were not monuments celebrating that Abram had finally arrived. They were witnesses to an unfolding relationship. Each one quietly declared, “I met the Holy One here.” As the journey continued, another altar testified, “And here as well.”

How often do we miss those moments in our own lives?

We spend so much time looking toward the next destination that we overlook the evidence of God’s presence where we already stand. We ask God to reveal the whole map while ignoring the places where grace has already met us. We keep looking for proof that God is ahead of us, while the journey itself is becoming the evidence that God has been with us all along.

The church can make the same mistake. We become captivated by strategic plans, attendance goals, capital campaigns, and visions of what comes next. Planning is not the problem. But when our plans become more important than paying attention to God’s presence among us, we risk missing the very One we claim to follow. Before asking where God is taking us, perhaps we should first ask, “Where has God already met us?”

Jesus closes Matthew’s Gospel with a promise that echoes God’s invitation to Abram: “I am with you always.” Once again, God does not promise certainty. There is no detailed itinerary, no guarantee of an easy road, and no assurance that every question will be answered before the next step is taken. Instead, Jesus offers the same promise Abram had been discovering all along: presence.

Perhaps that’s why Abram kept building altars. They were acts of worship, but they were also acts of remembrance. Each altar became a testimony that the God who had called him was also the God who had met him—here…and here…and here again. They reminded Abram that the journey itself had become sacred because every step revealed another encounter with the Holy One.

We still build altars today, though they rarely look like piles of stone. They are the Bible worn soft from years of prayer, the journal filled with moments of grace, the waters of baptism, the bread and cup shared at Christ’s table, the photograph that reminds us of how far we’ve come, the hospital room where hope returned, the cemetery where resurrection became more than a doctrine, and the stories we tell of the places where we knew we were not alone. None of these things contain God. They simply remind us where we encountered God.

Perhaps one of the most important spiritual disciplines is learning to remember. In a world consumed with reaching the next destination, faith invites us to pause and build altars of remembrance. Every story of God’s faithfulness becomes another stone. Every remembered act of grace becomes another witness. Over time, our lives themselves become living altars, quietly proclaiming that wherever the journey has taken us, the Holy One has been there all along.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The journey of faith is not measured by how far we have traveled, but by how many places we have learned to recognize the presence of God.

PRAYER
Faithful God, when we long for certainty, teach us to trust your presence. Open our eyes to remember where you have met us, and may our lives become living altars that bear witness to your faithfulness. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, Part 3: The Invitation Before the Instructions

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Read Genesis 12:1–4a

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“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” (Psalm 119:105 NLT)

A lone person walks down a winding path toward warm morning light while leaving behind weathered coats and garments hanging on a rustic fence. Each discarded garment bears a painful label such as "Not Enough," "Failure," "Shame," "Rejection," "Fear," "Expectations," "I Can't," "Past Mistakes," and "Other People's Opinions." The scene symbolizes leaving false identities behind and trusting God's invitation into a new life.
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I am neurodivergent. No, that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m on the autism spectrum. Neurodivergence comes in many forms. I live with the lasting effects of a traumatic brain injury after being hit by a pickup truck while crossing a county road on my bicycle when I was fourteen. I’m also a highly sensitive person and a creative. My mind notices connections, perspectives, and possibilities that many people overlook. I’ve spent much of my life seeing the world a little differently than those around me.

The problem wasn’t that I was different. The problem was that difference made people uncomfortable.

Long before the accident, I had already learned that the world is remarkably quick to hand out labels. In second grade, because I couldn’t answer flash-card math problems fast enough, my teacher humiliated me by calling me “Slowpoke” and “Toad.” Other kids piled on with names of their own: “fatso,” “tub of lard,” “faggot,” “queer,” “pussy,” “wuss.” In sixth grade, another teacher called me “queerbait” in front of the class. High school wasn’t much kinder. I was a goth kid, so I became “freak,” “weirdo,” and, once again, “faggot.”

Those names have something in common. None of them came from God.

And yet, if we’re not careful, we begin to believe the labels other people give us. We carry them into adulthood. We build our lives around them. We let them tell us who we are—and who we can never become.

I suspect I’m not alone. Maybe your labels were different. Maybe they weren’t shouted across a classroom or whispered down a school hallway. Maybe they came from a parent, a spouse, a teacher, a church, a diagnosis, a mistake, or even your own inner critic. Whatever they were, they have a way of sticking. Before long, we stop hearing them as opinions and start believing them as truth.

When we read God’s call to Abram in Genesis 12, it’s easy to focus on the geography. “Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father’s family…” We imagine a map, a long journey, and an unknown destination. But perhaps God’s invitation is deeper than a change of address. Every place Abram is told to leave is also a place that helped define who he was. His homeland. His family. His inheritance. His past. Before God changes Abram’s destination, God begins loosening the identities that have shaped his life.

God doesn’t begin with a detailed itinerary. God begins with an invitation.

That matters because many of us spend our lives asking God for directions while still clinging to identities that were never ours to carry. We want to know where we’re going before we’re willing to let go of who we’ve believed ourselves to be. But discipleship rarely works that way. God’s invitation often comes before God’s explanation because transformation begins long before we arrive at our destination.

Perhaps the first thing God is asking you to leave isn’t a place at all.

Perhaps it’s the voice that still tells you you’ll never be enough.

Perhaps it’s the shame you’ve carried for years.

Perhaps it’s the identity built around a failure, a fear, a wound, or someone else’s opinion.

Perhaps it’s the version of yourself you’ve maintained simply because it’s familiar.

God’s invitation is not an invitation to pretend those experiences never happened. Abram’s homeland would always be part of his story. Your story will always be part of yours. But our past is not meant to become our prison.

God does not call Abram because Abram has finally figured everything out. God calls Abram because God sees someone capable of becoming more than the world has told him he is.

The same is true for us.

Faith is not pretending to have all the answers. Faith is trusting the One who knows us more deeply than any label ever could. It is believing that God’s voice speaks a truer word over our lives than every insult, every stereotype, every diagnosis, every expectation, every success, and every failure.

Before God gives us instructions for the journey, God first invites us to trust the One who is calling us by our truest name.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
God’s invitation begins where false identities end.

PRAYER
Gracious God, so many voices compete to tell us who we are. Help us release every name that does not come from You and trust the identity You lovingly speak over our lives. Give us the courage to follow Your invitation, even before we see the whole path ahead. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

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GOD BEGINNINGS, part 2: The Yoke

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Read Matthew 11:29-30

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“For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1 NLT)

A weathered wooden yoke rests across two rough support posts inside a rustic barn. Warm late-afternoon light reveals the worn grain of the wood as dust hangs in the air and long shadows stretch across the floor. No people or animals are present, emphasizing quiet readiness and invitation.
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Some of the most honest moments in film aren’t the loud ones. They arrive quietly, almost accidentally, in the middle of something else entirely — and stay with us long after the plot has moved on. The Shawshank Redemption holds one of those. There’s a scene where a prisoner locks himself in a warden’s office just long enough to find a record of two women singing in Italian, and plays it over the loudspeaker for the entire yard to hear. None of the men listening understand the language. Most will never know the names of the voices reaching them. For a few minutes, guards and inmates alike simply stop — caught by something they can’t explain, in a place built to strip away exactly this kind of beauty. Red, reflecting on it afterward, says it felt like something small and free had gotten loose inside those walls, if only for a moment.

What’s striking is that presence didn’t require proximity. The women singing had no idea that prison yard existed. They weren’t there, would never be there, and yet everyone in that yard was, for a few minutes, less alone than they’d been an hour before. That’s worth sitting with, because it says something true about how burden-sharing actually works — it doesn’t always require someone physically beside you. Sometimes presence arrives through a voice you’ll never meet, carried across distance and time, and it’s enough to lighten what you’re carrying without removing an ounce of it.

That’s close to what Jesus means when he says, “Take my yoke upon you… my burden is light.” The word translated “light” or “easy” — chrēstos in the Greek — doesn’t mean effortless. It’s the same word used elsewhere for kindness and goodness, and even for things well-fitted to whoever wears them. A yoke described this way isn’t weightless. It’s shaped to the one carrying it. Jesus isn’t offering an escape from labor. He’s offering labor that fits, carried alongside a presence that doesn’t have to be visible to be real.

That phrase — “take my yoke” — wasn’t new when Jesus said it. Rabbis of his era regularly spoke of “the yoke of Torah,” language for submitting to a teacher’s way of living faithfully before God. Jesus enters a metaphor his hearers already knew and makes a specific claim inside it: not that yokes are the problem, but that a yoke wrongly imposed becomes something the original intention never meant. Practically, a yoke also joins two — often pairing an experienced animal with a younger one, so weight is never carried solo. Jesus isn’t removing the labor of discipleship. He’s ending its isolation.

Paul makes a strikingly similar move in Galatians, though the passage gets misread often. “Do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery” is not Paul rejecting Torah, and it is certainly not Paul rejecting Judaism — Paul remained Jewish his entire life and never asked Jewish believers to abandon their observance. What he’s confronting is more specific: Jewish Christians who had already received the yoke of Christ, and who were then requiring Gentile converts to also take on Torah observance — circumcision chief among the signs — as a condition of full belonging. The dispute was never whether the law mattered. It was whether anything could be added to grace as a precondition for acceptance. Paul’s answer is no. Not because the added thing was without value, but because grace, by definition, cannot carry a cover charge.

Set beside each other, Jesus and Paul aren’t in tension. They’re making the same claim a generation apart: burden imposed as a gatekeeper to belonging is not the same thing as burden shared as the shape of a life already given.

This pattern doesn’t only belong to history. The Pharisaic movement didn’t begin as legalism for its own sake — it began as a sincere attempt to make faithfulness accessible to ordinary people, not reserved for priests. Its weight accumulated slowly, through generations of careful, well-meaning interpretation, until the original invitation was nearly buried beneath the apparatus built to protect it. Churches inherit this same tendency. Expectations layer onto grace with good intentions — attendance, precision, service, respectability — until belonging quietly becomes conditional again, indistinguishable from what Paul once contested. No villains are required. Only time, sincerity, and a failure to keep asking what’s been added since the invitation was first spoken.

The yoke Christ offers was never meant to trade one weight for another. It was meant to trade isolation for presence — sometimes near, sometimes as distant and unlikely as a stranger’s voice traveling across a prison yard — and to prove that a burden shared, even at a distance, is no longer carried alone.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Presence doesn’t require proximity to lighten what you carry.

PRAYER
God, thank you for the ways your presence reaches us even when we cannot see or touch it. Forgive us for the weight we’ve added to what you meant as gift. Teach us the difference between a yoke that isolates and a yoke that joins. Amen.

Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of Claude (Anthropic).

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