Where we downplay the central role of the body in human experience, we downplay the role of the body in our own relationships with God.
We long for one who sees, one for whom our condition matters not because it defines us, but because it distorts who He knows us to be. And One who can make what He sees true in our lives.
Into this, our story, steps Jesus. He is the author. And He is the plot twist.
Sin doesn’t grant you permission to do what you want. It gives you no option but to do what it wants. And worse yet, to believe the want has come from you.
Too many people have the unfortunate problem of managing quite nicely. Quite nicely is nice when all things are well, but when there’s a secret moral failure, a destructive pattern, . . .
We’re creatures of habit. We conform to what’s normal around us. God made us that way, and it’s a good thing. It’s why you can turn on a light switch, . . .
I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.
This time of year can have an inebriating effect on me. I don’t at all mean inebriating in the good sense of the word. Not the exhilarating, coming back alive . . .
I eat too fast. Drive too fast. Work too much. And expect too much of movies. I partly think it’s because deep inside I struggle to trust there will be . . .
Conversation can be like tennis. But sometimes we need it to be more like digging a well.