We want God on our terms, or we don’t want him at all. That’s why so often it takes one of life’s unforeseen train wrecks to open our eyes to the perspective of divine grace.
To be sure, repentance means weeding our souls, but even more so, it means sowing the seeds of incredible things.
By the power of his Word and Spirit, Jesus wants to reach deeper than mere behavior and into our dispositions, desires, and affections.
Repentance means the realignment of one’s life with what matters most. It’s a breaking away from, a preparing for, and a running toward.
Even in the midst of the noisiest surroundings, the Holy Spirit can bring us into a deep inner quiet.
Something happens underneath the surface when ground is not worked for a series of growing seasons.
Jesus stands at the door of Advent knocking, not to ruin Christmas parties but to bring the deeper celebrations we were made for.
While January through December aren’t going anywhere, we need our calendars to be infused with the story of Jesus and the timing of God.
This is the song of the Bride back to the Bridegroom as the skies will one day roll back like a scroll: “My Beloved Mine; I His.”
Cynicism treats the sickness of our hopelessness with the topical ointment of our thinly veiled anger.
We were all crafted to express the impractical extravagance of holy love.
Jesus’ second coming will be so overwhelming that it will strike either irresistible love or irresistible horror into every creature.
