There are good reasons to be mindful about food. Almost none of them are of ultimate import. None of them are going to get you what I suspect you may really be starving for.
There is a tomorrow. And if there is a tomorrow, that must mean there is a today. And today is as good a time as any to start again.
Even as communities lose their rights and neighbors flee their persecution, the depths of our commitments to each other are gestating in the great womb that promises new life.
I don’t know if God is still good. I suspect God’s righteousness is tarnished. But we’re called to keep searching for goodness—and for one another—through the fire and brimstone.
King David had misgivings about a “free-range God.” Quite often, so do we: preferring God to stay where we put Them as a mirror of our own values and biases.
“A new kind of life” sounds pretty good to me since the old kind of life I have lived often has left a lot to be desired. Resurrection reminds me that Christ keeps working in me.
It can be a rhyme or a sunset that teaches us of God’s love. It can be an earworm or an alphabet that keeps us honest in relationship to one another. So long as we learn the lesson.
A beautiful thing about worship: it levels the distinctions between people. People just want to be one person among the people of God. Also, coffee. Coffee is non-negotiable.
Paul knew that he and Silas had been treated unjustly, and he insisted that the city officials acknowledge their injustice. Is this a biblical precedent for reparations?