Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
Just how important is perfection? Last weekend we had a church retreat and all the adults shared their life story. It was inspiring to hear
My post last week, I’ll admit, was quite heavy. My writing tends to be more introspective in general, and I don’t think that’s all bad.
One day, a case worker took Freddy to a gray house with a wooden door. Freddy was scared. He did not smile. Who would he see behind the door? Would they have crackers? Would there be a soft bed for him to sleep in with his gray blanket with the yellow edge?
The big hurdles were the missing host, an unusually fussy toddler, and a deep theological conversation turning intense.
We don’t close our eyes to the realities of the gloom-cloaked world. Rather we see them squarely for what they are and we choose to celebrate amid them and in spite of them, glorying in the knowledge that the serpent’s head has been crushed and there will come a Day when the song and the feast go on.
When the grocery store no longer plays “Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men” and the snow has turned to slush, sharing your daily bread will still be at its finest.
