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So, I started this new book called We Become What We Worship. Interesting. And, I was thinking about the introduction, and how I think it fits in with one of my ultimate problems with The Shack.

It’s a long quote, bear with me. Beale has this to say though, about what God thinks of us creating an image of Him.

“God had not revealed Himself in any form to Isreal, and to portray Him to any degree in the form of any part of the creation is to misrepresent Him and thus to commit idolatry. Accordin… Continue

Tomorrow, I will be attending my sixth funeral this year. One of my close friends lost their mom to cancer. One of my other friends lost a Grandpa, whom they had lived with for years. Another lost her Dad. I lost my own Grandfather to cancer. And my uncle to cancer. And tomorrow, I am going to be with my best friend, as she says goodbye to an aunt she was just starting to get to know again. There is also the grief of miscarriages this year. Not my own, but I could not feel any closer...

I am am… Continue

What I love about reading really old books (right now that would be Bondage of the Will by Luther) is that you rediscover there really is nothing new under the sun. It is amazing in seeing what Luther had to say to Erasmus, how much he could have been talking to the Emerging Church at large.

Erasmus had this to say about his own faith “If it were permitted [me], by the inviolable authority of the sacred Writings and decrees of the church [I] would go over to the sentiments of the Sceptics” How… Continue

Someone close to me suffered great loss this week. In an attempt to explain themselves to others on facebook, they changed their profile to “When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say ‘It is well, it is well with my soul.”

Your faith, your hope, your unwavering trust in His goodness is a bittersweet, rich, testimony to the rest of us. Your heart in grief has a wonderful effect on us. Your willingness to say “If my pa… Continue

I feel myself, again, to be on the brink of something great - and yet overly cautious to look out over the edge. I have long felt the need to hide from myself - and if I do not know me, the odds of you figuring me out are even greater.

But God knows. And He is in pursuit. I am not sure what exactly that looks like. I do not think it is for me to know either - sufficient for each day is its own trouble. But there is something there, when simple conversations on the phone make me want to run and… Continue