I’m going to switch gears for this month, from “inward” to “outward.”
In February, I concentrated pretty heavily on examining certain Biblical ideas and how those ideas might shape our lives. Let’s call that looking “inward”, as in “inward on our foundational beliefs.” If it isn’t already obvious, I consider my Christian beliefs as my anchor point for understanding everything else that I could possibly know. That might seem like a bit of a “Well, duh.” statement to some, but if you think about it, that’s quite a big deal. We need to clearly define where we begin our thinking from. Read More
To close out our “Uncomfortable” theme for this month, I want to take a look at a scene from the end of the Gospel of John.
Christ has already been crucified and resurrected, and He’s revealed Himself to His disciples on more than one occasion. On this morning, He appears on the shore as some of the disciples are fishing. They recognize Jesus, and Peter is so excited to see Him that he leaps out of the boat to swim ashore. Read More
“If you read history you will find that the Christians who did the most for the present world were precisely those who thought the most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.'” – C.S. Lewis
Meet Steve. Steve is just a regular guy with one distinct quirk: he loves Beatles records. Not just their music, but their records. You know, those old vinyl things, from back when music used to spin instead of stream. Steve just can’t get enough of the Fab Four, and the record player in his wall-papered living room is cranking out the British Invasion pretty much non-stop.
He’s been collected Beatles vinyl since he was a kid, and by the time he was 24 he owned every album and single they’d ever released: from “Love Me Do” to Let It Be. But he didn’t stop once he’d finished his collection. No, once he had all that vinyl, he started looking for better and better copies – albums still wrapped in plastic, no folded corners, no scratches on the records. Steve would spend hours on the weekend coming through thrift stores and yard sales, just trying to find that slightly nicer copy of Magical Mystery Tour or Revolver.
“Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.” – J.V.W. Goethe
Some stillness is in order. And not just a moment of it, either.
This week has been noisy. I don’t mean it’s been loud, per se, but it hasn’t exactly been quiet either. A distinct lack of stillness would be the best description, I suppose. Chaos is inevitable, and it has a tendency to bleed over the lines of “real life” and into the mind. Or perhaps it bleeds in the other direction, our own internal chaos performing the Tasmanian Devil routine on everything that’s right in front of us.