We're listening to this fine book and this fine series once again right now (first time for my kids), and I'm struck again at how Lewis views so-called "progress." Delightful. This notion is throughout the book, and the series, and indeed in much of Lewis. But here is one exchange that demonstrates it quite nicely. Isn't it alarming what deeply evil things are often veiled in a black fog of … [Read more...] about Caspian X and “Progressives”
Sometimes, when I do some mundane task around the house, I’m tempted to think, “Am I the only one who knows how to do this?” Then I consider my wife, Gina. It’s then I realize I could never win a “Am I the only one who knows how to do this?” pity-party contest. Gina = God’s Mercy. How many other areas in life am I selfishly ignorant of God’s mercy? … [Read more...] about The Mundane and the Merciful
In no particular order... To be tickled a little, but not to where it’s not fun anymore. To really be talked to, not become the confusing butt of a joke for all the adults standing around. To be seen and heard, not always dismissed. To be identified by uplifting, affirming praise before others. “Hey Uncle John, let me tell you about this boy. This boy loves to serve others.” To be given very … [Read more...] about Some Things Kids Like
This is one of those scribbles that starts off in the toilet then proceeds into heaven. “I hope,” he says, scratching his beard. There is a bathroom a certain man frequents. When this man first enters the dark and private chamber the lights do hesitate, and then do come on--even while the baffled first-timer gropes along the wall for the usual trigger. Having found none, he thinks to himself, … [Read more...] about Wrecking Everything to Love Us
It really can be inspiring to consider the simple truth that here we are, alive. We are not a cosmic accident. What we do matters. We have choices. The bored neutrality of cynics is not a life worthy of many good parts of the story. At least not for the cynic. What kind of character in this story are you? … [Read more...] about Here We Are
To say that stories don’t matter is a kind of intellectual insanity. To say that our own individual stories (and our interpretation of them) take precedence over objective reality and revealed truth is a deplorable, post-modern, bear trap of arrogant rebellion. Stories matter for many reasons, not least of which is that the story of Jesus is news we must believe and embrace to have eternal life, … [Read more...] about Stories Matter Like Hell
Pictured with his uncle and namesake 4 years ago. My son, who has provided some giggles to readers of this blog, has been upgraded to a 4. Happy Birthday, son. He is a continual source of joy and thankfulness, and quite a wit. He has been quoted here many times (see here, here, and here, here, and here), but one of my favorite quotes from him is contained in the following note I wrote probably … [Read more...] about Humble Hearts and Other Gifts of Grace
So, it stinks to feel bad. Sickness, sadness, and pain of all kinds are a real revelation of authentic, or inauthentic, trust. It’s a challenge to our selfish worldview --our pretensions to the Throne of the Universe. We say in our hearts, “This is not fair. I am good. I deserve to be healthy. I appear unable to control this and that challenges my assumption that I am the master of my life.” At … [Read more...] about Thinking Good About Feeling Bad?