Do you remember the first time you read through The Hobbit? Trying to figure out the riddles – unless you chose to cheat – trying to think around that one specific corner. And unless you are very clever, you couldn’t quite find the trick, couldn’t quite turn that corner by yourself Until one or […]
A riddle – a paradox – a reality that cannot possibly be true until you’re shown the turn – the trick – the way around that specific corner you were so sure was impossible a moment before He opened your eyes.
Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.
Six seconds of freefall in the gloaming until God gives you a shock, and then it’s a steady-slow descent to the ground, racing the sun. Picture stolen from here. My jump was combat equipment, of course.
What does it mean to have ten thousand things?