Darkness, betrayal and the heartbeat of God
It awes me again every time I see it. Leaning back on Jesus’ chest, at the moment of Jesus’ betrayal, John heard the heartbeat of God
It awes me again every time I see it. Leaning back on Jesus’ chest, at the moment of Jesus’ betrayal, John heard the heartbeat of God
Any eerie, uneasy silence that minimizes or denies an earthquake - or any other trauma someone is facing - shouts to those willing to hear: Look deeper. Ask, Why?
At a crucial moment in my life, Henry Blackaby and Caleb of old encouraged me: Regardless which way anyone else is rowing, you be filled with following God.
It may be in a month that’s little noticed when the earth moves under you. And God says, “You’ve stayed here long enough.” And something within you shifts.
There is a time to mourn. And much fights against our doing it. But what short-circuits our grief also blocks us from Jesus’ promise of comfort and blessing.
The challenge in any time of seasonal shift is not to let the messiness keep you from ending what needs to be ended and starting what needs to be begun.
"A woman with the gift of prophecy has to be very careful," the preacher said. "What she hears from God, she is not to speak but to take to her prayer closet.”
Mini-post. A prayer song that gave me words when I had none.
God is hunting for hearts. “Not hearts of paper and lace,” he says. “I’m seeking human hearts that are open, tender, alive.”
Where two malignant narcissists ruled, so did ruthlessness. Where evil seemed invincible, Mordecai and Esther seized on two surprising sources of hope and life.