Today was not without God’s hands on it; tomorrow will not be without His voice … even if it is soft and the volume of a whisper. Take that, Anxiety.
The day after the bombing in Manchester, UK …
Today I mourn.
Today I shout at Evil.
As much as I would like to, I’ve concluded that I cannot change the world. It is too heavy and in the same moment, it is too fragile for my clumsy efforts.
Longer than usual, I hope you are touched by these experiences. If you’re pressed for time, just check out the picture at the end … a beautiful glimpse of hope at the edge of darkness.
I should be embarrassed to confess this, except that it’s absolutely true … Mike and I are master fighters. We fight best over meaningless stuff. We’re pros actually.
Why didn’t the two worms get on Noah’s Ark in an apple ?
(Answer and more at the blog … along with several butterfly pics.)
The cross was inhumane. It was meant to humiliate, harm, and destroy human beings. Jesus suffered horribly there, undeservedly, for those He loves.