Not the Final Supper

Lord teach me to live well in light of deathIn the shadows, rather, of its realityTo build theology around this dark scaffolding. As reminders of death abound.As I ruminate on the recent death of my mother,As I witness the ever-nearing death of my dog,As I receive the daily rhythms,Submitting to rest,Submitting to sickness,Submitting to theContinue reading “Not the Final Supper”

When Self-Pity Raids Fellowship

“Somewhere between the barking dog that woke the baby and the closet filled with “nothing to wear,” I bought in to the lie that the God who gave me his own Son didn’t give me enough this morning. I believed the whisper that, above all, the Savior who says he gives peace that surpasses understanding still owes me a peaceful Sunday morning.”

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