….believing in God isn’t hard. Our actual cosmological knowledge is so limited and the mysteries so huge and profound and the ordering of the universe so cleverly arranged that it would be more of a leap for me to believe that nothing or no one is out there above it all. But faith, faith is hard.
Life. Real life. Abundant full life. He pulls us, oh so slowly it seems, from the mire of our self-doubt and loathing, from the fear and darkness that we have either chosen or been forced to live in, from the emptiness inside of us that sucks us inward like a dark singularity. He forms and He fills.
Married folks, tomorrow morning when you first look at your spouse, lying asleep or preparing for the day, choose. Say, “I choose you today,” because that’s what counts and that’s what brings beauty to marriage. Is today better or worse? I choose. I do. Is today in sickness or health? I choose. I do. Am I angry? Do I need to forgive? I choose. I do. This is why we have to say, “I love you,” so much, yesterdays words are just so much air. Tomorrows words are unsaid.
We are to make our spouse a better person.
Our level of character and fulfillment is directly related to the quality of the things we commit ourselves to.
This is when I start trying to figure out where I left God. Which is silly because it makes Him sound like a set of keys or a debit card. (Now where did I put that God?). If I’m the center of the universe then God is my Personal Jesus Christ, my Genie in a Lamp, my Private Dancer…. He does, what I want when I want Him, too. Right?
I recently had the opportunity to accompany my eldest son on his first and second grade TAG field trip. We convoyed over to the McKenna Children’s Museum… Read more “The Art Car”
I wasn’t quite finished as it turns out. Sorry about that, if you didn’t read the last blog you will need to read it first. You can… Read more “Snow, Change and Broken Hearts, Part 2”
(Warning: Lot’s of So’s in this piece, so turn off your inner editor!) I have always believed in life after life; eternal life if you will, or… Read more “This Body of Death”
Made of stardust, carrying the blood of God in our hearts and souls, we walk through life unaware of the greatness that we carry, the purpose, the destiny.