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I’m dreaming of an enchilada Christmas

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With apologies to traditionalists, but I so would swap enchiladas for turkey or ham for Christmas. Hot sauce for gravy and ponche for sparkling apple cider. No offense intended but those are my taste buds.

Christmas is about family first, food second, so I really don’t mind breaking the routine. We had family last night, our new church family, and it makes tears want to come to my eyes to think that I am so lucky to be surrounded by people who appreciate each other.

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Jesus changes lives and puts the lonely in family. The church should be a place of acceptance, not rejection. Christ’s coming, which we celebrate on Dec. 25, was because God wanted to accept us, so we need to accept others.

The growth in my church in Van Nuys continues to astound me. I wasn’t looking for growth or numbers. I was just looking for people to love. In return, I got a big group of happy people who love Jesus.

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Leslie and her sister, Stacey

And I got enchiladas.

After worship and word, after potluck, we exchanged gifts. I gave Leslie an 80s-style blouse, and I got my favorite coffee. Even though I grew up in the 80s, I had no idea what that meant. So I got my daughter, who grew up in 2000s (in Guatemala, mind you), got the blouse for her. I hope she likes it.

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Gleeful me, the Valley Boy Pastor.

If you’re not part of a local church family, you’re missing out. Even if you have the best turkey.

God likes it hot

 

Not all chili sauces are equal. Some are extremely hot. Others are muted; they specialize in flavor from non-pepper ingredients like vinegar. Chiliheads are the studs who boast about how much heat they swallow without throwing up. Some chili peppers are so hot they can burn a hole through metal (JK). There actually is a scientific scale for measuring heat potency.

Not all prayers are equal. Some are duds. Jesus Himself prayed fervently, not  half-hearted mumblings. During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with loud cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission — Heb. 5:7 NIV.

Think of the reverent submission as the vinegar, the loud cries as the heat level. For Jesus, prayer was not mechanics; it was pure passion. It was not a boring routine or requirement; it was His lifeblood. We need to imitate Christ in our prayers. I appreciate poetic prayers, but those who espouse too much theological correctness sometimes lack spice.

Turn up the heat!