Sunday morning before worship is one of my favorite times. Everything is full of promise and potential. There’s an electricity in the air; it’s great. This morning I’m thinking about simplicity, about how we (i.e. how I) make things more complicated than they need to be. I’ve been reading First Corinthians 1:18-25 and the Introduction to Ed Cyzewski’s Coffehouse Theology. Both are writing about stripping down to the essentials. The Jews demand signs and the Greeks desire wisdom. Feh! Neither is necessary to know Jesus. As Paul writes, “I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and him crucified.” How often to we make it more complicated than that?
