How could they sit before such richness and not devour it? It is only when they know the food is there for their good and not their harm and that it is refreshed every evening — then they feast. Is this not like the manna that God provided to the Israelites?
Guess what? We can’t do it all. We can’t do all we want to do, or be all we want to be. I have some simple advice for me and you.
Are you looking forward to that better country? Or have the things of this world blocked your view of that glorious land?
I am going to tell you something no book-lover or author will ever tell you to do.
Skip to the end of the story.
The old fashion we’re looking for is one where courage is summoned in the smallest of us. Evil is called evil; good is called good.
The hollowness that comes with mourning someone, even if they were fictitious, feels real, as the story makes them real. That’s great practice for living with the haunted reality of loss.
One of the best things we can do for ourselves, and indeed, for our children, is to pursue happiness.
Literacy will never disappear from a Church that faithfully reads, preaches, and teaches the story of a God who loved the world and redeemed it.
Then he crossed the busy street, pausing on the other side, and yelled jovially over the traffic, “After all! Christians never say goodbye!”
As you’re rounding up your textbooks and storybooks, here’s a blessing for all those stacks, big and little, new and used.
You have plentiful hours in front of you. Do not let our optimization-obsessed culture prevent you from resting in that.
While I sympathize with the sentiment to try to conquer whatever circumstances are currently befalling us, we are still at the mercy of the tides.
To bend the will, you first must change the heart.
