I was reading coverage of Baltimore’s riots last night when I realized that “America” probably looks pretty scary in other countries’ news.
Maybe even as scary as “Africa” often seems to people over here.
I was reading coverage of Baltimore’s riots last night when I realized that “America” probably looks pretty scary in other countries’ news.
Maybe even as scary as “Africa” often seems to people over here.
God, having infinite love and joy (among many other attributes), sometimes just pours out both in ways that become quite humorous. A failed attempt to see a friend, a canceled flight, an unsuccessful phone call, and a chance conversation in a hallway I didn’t have a good reason to walk down came together Saturday into something amusingly beautiful.
I just wanted to get home.
Saturday morning, I went to the hotel lobby and grabbed a paper, headed into the restaurant for some pancakes and bacon, and settled in for a little relaxation before leaving for the airport around noon.
That was my plan, anyway. A text from Delta informed me there was another.
It was twenty-four years ago yesterday, and an early thaw had been followed by freezing rain that encased everything – buildings, trees, cars, and lawns – in up to two inches of clear, solid ice.
The world glistened with chandeliers, and much of it crashed under their weight.
It’s good to be busy. Not for the sake of merely being distracted or overwhelmed, but to have the blessing of contributing to the world and its Lord.
I am swamped in material and tasks, and it is wonderful.
I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my fellow Christians, or the missionary organization through which I formerly worked.
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