Pray.
How else can we begin? What else can be said, especially after so many things already have been? So many words, some beautiful, some ugly.
Pray.
How else can we begin? What else can be said, especially after so many things already have been? So many words, some beautiful, some ugly.
We’ve been traveling a bit.
In the past month, we’ve spent time in seven cities across ten states (well, nine states and a province) in two countries, from Toronto, Canada to Jacksonville, Florida.
Many people struggle with prayer. Some have trouble in finding the time or energy or quiet, others in finding the words or even knowing what to talk about at all.
A lot of ink has been spilled lately over the color of some coffee cups.
Starbucks’ seasonal red cups have been decried (ridiculously) by some Christians as an attack on Christmas. Apparently, the snowflakes and ornaments and snowmen on previous years’ cups are sufficiently religious symbols, but the color red is not. Never mind the convention of printing Christ’s words in red or the tradition of using red and green as Christmas colors
The thing just won’t get off my Facebook feed, and that prompted me to think again about something that bothers me often, something that came up a few times at cross-cultural missionary training last month.
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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