We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Yet, there is no greater freedom than finding yourself at the foot of the cross, in the place where you are afraid to wait, where uncertainty and fear abound. That place is holy.
Destruction takes seconds; creativity takes time.
Plants bloom at different times. If every plant bloomed at the same time, we'd never be able to constantly enjoy the beauty of flowers. So, too, our lives bloom at different times, and I think in His infinite plan of love, God designs it that way so we can always have moments of joy, even in the midst of tragedy.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?
If hypothetically Rock City came to up to Christ, after committing whatever hypothetical deal-breaking atrocities they could imagine, singing, "would you still love me the same?" what would His answer be?
Journal 33 was the first person I had seen pray faithfully despite suffering, despite probably hearing "no" to her prayer requests.
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.