I’ve written of life as a ‘long defeat’ in the past but maybe a ‘long advent’ is the other side. Here are a few links from the web. A great post on why Christmas is precisely for those who hate it most: In the irony of all ironies, Christmas is for those who will find
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy I cannot find in my own And He keeps His fire burning To melt this heart of stone Keeps me aching with a yearning Keeps me glad to have been caught In the reckless raging fury That they call the love of God ~Rich Mullins Snitched from this post,
Ann Voskamp has done it for me again. I really like this post and might have sniffled my way through. Here’s a taste: She writes it on my chart: Tipped into failure. It’s right there in ink. ****** You’ve got to be kidding me — I haven’t just tipped into heart failure just right now.
I’m finished reading Wendell Berry novels, which might be a relief to some, but I did like this little passage from a short story called A Burden, in the collection of short stories A Place in Time. If you’ve ever been to a funeral of someone of doubtful destiny you might relate to this, usually
It feels like it’s been an age. I recently had a week in Melbourne visiting family, which was nice. But rather than diarise my life I thought I’d share something that may be of benefit to some one or other reader. While I was down there I went along to City on a Hill church,