Purposed

Created on Monday, 02 February 2009 00:00

Written by Rev. Denise Cordova

This past weekend, we watched the Lifetime Movie “Prayers for Bobby.” Beyond all of the tears and gut-wrenching heartache that we experienced while watching this true story, something motivational happened. Through the religious distortion and emotional thrashing revealed in the movie, a seed took root.

I am purposed. It’s not that I wasn’t aware of the destruction that has occurred in the wake of biblical misinterpretation. It’s not that I haven’t heard the “call” of injustice in this world. I think I became a bit complacent.

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Moving On

Created on Saturday, 13 September 2008 10:32

Written by Rev. Denise Cordova

Ever feel as though you are stuck?  Frozen in fear or just in a rut?  We are reminded in Exodus 14:15 that we need to keep moving forward.  When the Israelites were stuck between Egypt (bondage)  and the Red Sea (freedom)  they began to cry out to God.  They couldn't fathom a way out of this quagmire!  As a matter of fact, the Israelites were so afraid of moving forward that they believed it was better to go back into bondage.  "What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt...?"  they said to Moses.  "It would have been better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in the desert!"  (Exodus 14:11b -12b NIV )  Sometimes it may seem easier to go back to the same ol' same ol'.  

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What Matters?

Created on Thursday, 08 January 2009 10:37

Written by Rev. Denise Cordova

I recently returned from a trip to my home state to visit with my terminally ill stepfather. I had gone several times in 2008 knowing that this would probably be his last year on earth; he was battling lung cancer that metastasized to his liver. He passed away while I was there, sad under any circumstances but sadder still that he was only 57 years old.

Five years ago, no one had an inkling that he would be gone today. He wanted to die at home and my Mom wanted him to be there as well, but at 75, my Mom was in no position to take care of him, although she did the best she could with the help of Hospice. The last week of his life, he needed medication on the hour. As I helped tend to him, he continued to say "thank you" until he could no longer talk, but despite not being able to say the words, I could see in his eyes that his gratitude never wavered. At his weakest moments, gratefulness still poured out of him.

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