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”
From his abundant supply, he provides all that is essential for life and godliness. (2 Pet. 1:3) Therefore, we do not need to be sufficient without him, only reliant upon him.
If there were ever a phrase that reminds us how hard and necessary it is to hold two contrary ideas at the same time, it is the words: Good. Friday.
“They are a man leading a ballet dancer across the floor, a set of arms to frame the season’s true beauty. And I am regretful now that I haven’t appreciated them more.”
“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.”