The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
The refining fire of August
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The Voice of the Lord
Whatever the seemingly insurmountable obstacle or destructive force in the path ahead, they are no match for the One who created the fire, who shakes the wilderness.
This is a tourniquet
God is giving me, giving all of us, the opportunity to confidently and calmly tell them we have what will save your life in the end. There is a way this is supposed to work. There is a way to more than just survive.
Sanctification is no quick fix
God blesses us and looks at us with favor, not to give us things or to make our lives leisurely and easy to endure, but instead to show others how to know him, how to be saved.
Wound care
There had to be some other flesh inserted to allow for the healing process. The split was too wide to heal on its own.
There is no capturing God
The most amazing things in creation cannot be contained—much like their Creator. They, in fact, will not be contained. Their enjoyment diminished as they are filtered through so tiny a lens.
The skeletons in my closet, er I mean, my yard
We are bare and barren and nothing apart from the creation, covering and breath of God. We are dry bones stuck awkwardly together with the angles not quite matching up. There is no life without his command to come alive.
We were out for blood
We wanted blood. And what is incomprehensible? We got it.
Maintaining your lane
“But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day.” Proverbs 4: 18 Feeling my face flush and blood pressure shoot up, I watch as the car in front of me slows and then continues to drift from its lane. The driver had to hear … Continue reading Maintaining your lane
Putting our faith in the wrong thing
“Ideal Christianity doesn’t exist, because anything the human being touches, even Christian truth, he deforms slightly in his own image.” ~Flannery O’Connor The sound was surely worse than the reality. At least that is what I told myself as the pounding brushes and blasting water grew louder. The massive arms rolled ever-so-slowly down the length … Continue reading Putting our faith in the wrong thing
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