Forty days is a long time. Almost 6 weeks. But they could be forty of the most significant days of your life. There are some days in life that you really wouldn’t write home about. But then there are seasons like these: “And rain fell on the earth forty days and forty nights.” (Genesis 7:12)…
“Like the coolness of snow at harvest time is a trustworthy messenger to those who send him; he refreshes the spirit of his masters.” – Proverbs 25:13 I love the snow. I always have. Growing up on the ocean coast of New England, we didn’t see much of it. A good snowstorm happened maybe once…
i never thought i’d be here, in this place of reticence on a sunday morning, in this place of ambivalence about going to church…i didn’t go this morning. i haven’t been for weeks. and i feel like maybe i should feel guilty about it, but really, what i feel guilty about is not feeling guilt….
So the second day was a looooong drive. I spent a good portion of the day in North Dakota, and learned a couple of things: 1) it is very important (judging from the number of billboards i saw proclaiming such) to “stop aquatic hitchhikers.” (?!?!) 2) North Dakota is home to the largest metal sculpture…
“How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!” – Psalm 133:1 There’s been a lot of talk around the blogosphere lately about “church” – what it is, how to “do” it, how not to do it, the institutional church vs. the “Acts 2” church vs. the house church vs….(insert any type/model…
