Photos Full of Wonder
National Geographic Photo of the Day: Mammoth Tusk Hunter, Siberia
National Geographic Photo of the Day - Monte Perdido, Spain
National Geographic Photo Gallery: Extreme Earth
A Random Mix of Stuff that Touched My Heart and Encouraged MeIt was a brief encounter. I had to make a choice to engage that guy or keep my eyes on my coffee cup. That’s where art is not enough. Studying him to use in an upcoming suspense story is detaching myself from the situation and ignoring my role as an inhabitant of the world I observe.
All this triumphalism disappoints me. It hurts. Because the truth is, things don’t always work out at the end. When we pray, not everyone gets healed. The problem someone had didn’t get solved.
They’re not lepers.
they may be different. They may be doing, or have done, things that we disagree with, things that we may believe are contradictory to the Word.
they’re definitely not lepers.Every restaurant has the same menu. I am not exaggerating. That goes for pizza places too. They all have the same pizzas. If you try to customize an order, heaven help you because they only know how to make what’s on the menu. I once tried to get a crepe with nutella instead of chocolate and after 5 minutes of explaining, I ended up with chocolate anyway.
So during most of my Christian walk I believed (not consciously) that my Christianity was separate from my dreams. More honestly, I believed that I needed to keep these things separate. Why? Because God wanted everything from me, my sins AND my dreams. This was preached to me-because its true. So many times were spent on the altar giving God my everything. I said “God I give you everything, my sins, my hopes, my desires, my dreams.” I wrote it on a piece of paper “I want to be a writer” and laid it upon the altar. I wanted to be a good, no great Christian. I wanted to not only go to heaven but to be a faithful witness here on earth. I wanted to be an empty vessel to be used by God.
Sometimes finding joy is like searching frantically for the phone you’re talking on. You’re using one hand to hold it to your ear and the other to riffle through your bag to find it.
There are too many Christians in our world (and on my worst days this includes me) who think they have all the answers, when in fact following Jesus is often more about questions.
But you see what I hate most about this shame is that it makes God out to be some sort of man demanding submission.
It makes people associate Him with fear. Not with the good and reverent kind, but with the I-am-trembling-in-my-boots kind. The I am afraid of His punishment kind.
It relates Him to abusive and unkind. It relates Him to every sort of definition of love that we have experienced.
Bedtime has become very interesting over the past 2 weeks.
When my dad died, we sat down with our 3 year old daughter and explained that her papa had died and gone to live with God in Heaven. She seemed fine. Until bedtime.When did the names start for you? Maybe you lived in a good home who developed who you were. Or, you grew up in a place that missed this. Your value was lost amidst the living and so were you.
But hear me out on this next thought. Don't dismiss it as foolish simply because of what day it is.
What if Monday's weren't a day to dread but rather a time for a fresh start?
I spent six weeks praying for “my one word,” asking God to make my word clear to me. I had lots of thoughts about what it should be – like love, patience, trust, etc. Those all sounded like good traits to focus on.
But the word “selfish” kept popping up.
I didn’t really like that word. So I kept praying about it, expecting God to reveal a feel-good word instead. But as time passed, my thoughts continued to gravitate towards selfish.