Do we ever really know God’s plan?
Scripture is a help, I suppose. But often I find that the words of scripture function less like an answer book…than an invitation to enter into mystery.
Do we ever really know God’s plan?
Scripture is a help, I suppose. But often I find that the words of scripture function less like an answer book…than an invitation to enter into mystery.
Pope Francis made headlines all week long during his pastoral visit to the United States, but it’s one of the things he said early on that sticks with me as an enduring blessing.
I made a spectacle of myself last evening.
Well, all day yesterday actually…but it was the evening shift that I found most discomfiting.
Another season of the Golf League drew to a close this week, and as I drove away from our home course for the final time in 2015, I realized that my heart was full of joy.
You might say the church basement has seen its better days…especially the space next to the fellowship hall where we’ve had our Kairos team meetings for the past several years.
It tends to make me squirm just a bit whenever I encounter this line from Psalm 139:
‘O LORD, you have probed me and you know me.’
It’s been a study in contrasts, to say the least.
Friday evening, I spent immersed in breathtaking beauty. Saturday noon, I stepped into a world distinguished by scallops of razor wire.
I’m thinking maybe I should quit while I’m ahead.
I fully expected a measure of pain today, but it never materialized.
The more you look into Mary Magdalene’s story, the more you realize that she really got it right.
‘It’ being ‘Christian discipleship.’