Glory to God in the highest Glory to God evermore Good news, great joy for all Melody breaks through the silence Christ, the Savior is born! Jesus, the love song of God! Jesus, the love song of God! Chris Tomlin, Midnight Clear (Love Song) I’m paying for a small purchase in the, surprisingly, quiet store.
When it comes to the business of how do you become a human being, how do you manage to believe, how do you have faith in a world that gives you 14,000 reasons every week not to believe, how do you survive . . . at that level we all have the same story, and
It starts with butterflies, it usually does. Any time I have to go somewhere new—in the evening especially—I get nervous, start second-guessing, and wondering if there’s a way I can get out of it. I know these women, some better than others. They know my story—they’ve read my book—no need to pull on a mask before
In the silence of a midwinter dusk there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. . . For a second you catch a whiff in the air of
it is far more likely that we do not recognize God’s presence in our lives than it is that God is not present in our lives. Robert Benson, In Constant Prayer I’m thinking about time, and how, at this time of year, it can feel as if there isn’t enough of it. Or, conversely, for
You enter the extraordinary by way of the ordinary. Frederick Buechner I step out of the bathroom, still warm, and maybe slightly damp, from the shower. My mind is on the day ahead, and words—always words. On auto-pilot, I walk toward my dresser. (It’s a chiffonier. It will always be a chiffonier to me, but does
I am haunted now as I never was before by the sense that we all of us have the mark of God’s thumb upon us. We have the image of God within us. We have a holy place within us that gets messed up in a million ways. But it’s there, and more and more