Selected excerpts to progressively introduce this rich and old topic to the curious
Pandemic prophecies from 2 months to 2 millennia, and a song
That makes me sad. Sadder than anything he has done besides make us hate him. Hating him gives him power over us… I suppose if we all get to pour out our poison, at least it doesn’t stay inside us.
I do not welcome you into my home because of WHAT you are to my home. I welcome you because of WHO you are to me.
An expression how the ways of the world yield brokenness as the cellar door to The Way
As they departed for school, I asked: “Noah, where will you look for God today?” His older brother, not intended as part of the conversation, but being his older brother, of course, despite having a mouthful of toothpaste, interrupted: “I hope I’ll find him taking my physics test for me…”