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Ours is no longer a world of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty, but rather one of evidence, usefulness, and pleasure. Personally, I’ve staked everything I can on a trust that goes deeper than just the most plausible argument.
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Jesus is the language every good story speaks. The life, death, and resurrection of Christ is the trajectory of every narrative worth loving.
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I knew God’s love had to be scary if it were to work. I just didn’t like some traditional descriptions of how to get there. Threats were one way. They’ve always been sufficiently scary. The problem is that when you try to work those out as “love,” you end up with really ugly things—at least
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A name isn’t the sound you respond to: it is you—a word that stands for the poem that is your life.
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Ironically, my heart is the one pounding as I take her blood pressure. Pulse quickening with every second spent waiting for the cuff to release, the monitor to make its maddeningly characteristic “hiss” signaling the completion of another reading, I pray to soothe my desperate self. I don’t know what I expect those mentally formed
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Every member of the mammal class fears the snake. Covering something in scales is the surest method of clothing a monster. Give the thing the mandate to slither, and its very mode of locomotion makes us shiver. Perhaps it is this absolute otherness of the snake which makes it our enemy by default. Or, perhaps,
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“And when you pray,” he said,“do not close your eyes and bow your heads,for those who place this burdenbreaking young backs have only to lifttheir eyelashes to condemn you. “You have said, ‘The eye that causes sinis torn out and thrown to the birds.’But I say to you if your eyelid leads you to stumble there
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In the five agonizing days of our stay in the hospital, my wife, newborn infant, and I interacted with a dozen or more health professionals. Some of them saved momma’s life, some of them watched over our baby through the night, and others coached the new dad and distraught husband to be the man he
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Life. Death. Reunion. Maybe you, too, trust that those words belong together (and in that order). But you can’t be certain about it. Lately, trust has been playing a much larger role in my life than certainty. And I’m still learning what trust means. But I’ve begun accepting that it’s fundamental to any meaningful interaction
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