My Dear, You have discovered (to your astonishment) that the good opinions of other people are not, in the end, what brings you happiness. How much grief you’ve caused yourself, attempting to explain your spirit to the world! For in doing so you inevitably alter the truth of it in an effort to win their … More Inkspill No. 5: To a Young Woman
I woke up this morning with a thought: the thing that makes me me is not my brain power, appearance, talents, or accomplishments. Which is good, because each of these has disappointed me at one time or another. No, I am defined by love for God and love for other people. The best thing about me … More Inkspill No. 4: Who am I, Again?
“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest . . .” (Hebrews 4:9-11, NIV) I will jump right into this with a question: what does the … More Inkspill No. 3: Once Upon a Sunday
The other night I had a disturbing dream. In it, I was watching a movie trailer, which played out vividly and grotesquely, the plotline narrated by a deafening voice. It went something like, “When the sins of the world became too much . . . [dark music plays] . . . the unthinkable happened. Here … More Inkspill No. 2: Crucified Twice?