I suppose we always show up in the middle. I can’t ever know the whole story of someone’s life. At best, I get invited into a season.
What do you do, then, when you live in a culture that is yours, yet foreign?
What are the rules for being included at the nativity? And who gets to set them?
We come to Advent with many expectations: expectations of ourselves and others; expectations that our current circumstances can’t live up to.
I love the suggestion that hope springs eternal even when the odds and circumstances suggest otherwise.
It’s election day in America. We have much to be thankful for – and much to confess.
It is easy to see how God is faithful and loving when the water parts before us and our enemies fall down at our sides. What if we recount our failures in the midst of God’s mighty acts?
What if we had the courage to stand up to hate? What if we said, “No!” to the false narrative that says this is normal? What if we could learn to choose love?
Praise is a difficult thing.
Hopefully, I’ve said these things to you before, but it seems like it is important to say them again.