Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…
Julie Andrews is one of my favourite things, too. If I could package her up and send her to you as part of my giveaway, believe me, I would.
For now, though, I thought I’d make do with giving away a few other favourites of mine to one lucky winner. ***GIVEAWAY RULES UNDER THE CUT***
"Being “convicted” and “wrecked” all the time is too easy. Being cynical of church culture is too easy. Saying that we can “abuse grace” and “God is holy wrath” is too easy. Saying “you better not come at me with that guilt-fear-shame” is too easy.
You know what’s hard?
A balanced, thoughtful, nuanced, self-examining faith.
One that emerges from an increasingly accurate picture of God’s love AND God’s holiness.
One in which grace is both our rest AND resolve, in which God’s love is both our safe haven and our motivation.
What’s hard is to cultivate a faith that has room for sinners like you and me, for hypocrites who don’t get it yet, for bloggers who disagree with us, for Christians who love Jesus even if they differ on the way they do church, and for Pharisees and liberals and everyone in-between and beyond."
This is a letter I wrote a few months back to a missionary friend.
When you said before that you’re afraid, I understood it. You’re afraid that you will be forgotten. That even though those you love will continue to love you, there won’t be a place for you in their lives, that you will be passively missed instead of actively, and that as time goes by, you will be missed less and less.…
"The woman was convinced. The fruit looked so fresh and delicious, and it would make her so wise! So she ate some of the fruit. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her. Then he ate it, too."
The woman was convinced. That’s it? Just like that? In a matter of moments? Convinced of what? Look in your own heart—you’ll see. Convinced that God was holding out on her. Convinced that she could not trust His heart toward her. Convinced that in order to have the best possible life, she must take matters into her own hands. And so she did. She is the first to fall. In disobeying God she also violated her very essence. Eve is supposed to be Adam’s ezer kenegdo, like one who comes to save. She is to bring him life, invite him to life. Instead, she invited him to his death.
Now, to be fair, Adam doesn’t exactly ride to her rescue.
Where is Adam, while the serpent is tempting Eve? He’s standing right there: ‘She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it’ (3:6). The Hebrew for ‘with her’ means right there, elbow to elbow. Adam isn’t away in another part of the forest; he has no alibi. He is standing right there, watching the whole thing unravel. What does he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He says not a word, doesn’t lift a finger. He won’t risk, he won’t fight, and he won’t rescue Eve. Our first father—the first real man—gave in to paralysis. He denied his very nature and went passive. And every man after him, every son of Adam, carries in his heart now the same failure. Every man repeats the sin of Adam, every day. We won’t risk, we won’t fight, and we won’t rescue Eve. We truly are a chip off the old block. (Wild at Heart)
You can see this play itself out every day. Men, just when we need them to come through for us… check out. They disappear, go silent and passive. “He won’t talk to me,” is many a woman’s lament. They won’t fight for us.
And women? We tend to be grasping, reaching, controlling. We are often enchanted, like Eve, so easily falling prey to the lies of our Enemy. Having forfeited our confidence in God, we believe that in order to have the life we want, we must take matters into our hands. And we ache with an emptiness nothing seems able to fill."
Anonymous said: Why is it that a baby belongs 100% to the mother when it comes to abortion, but 50% to the father when it comes to child support?
Because feminism sucks.