Everything we’ve deemed “opposite” and “mismatched” is coming together in a place just beyond our vision.

Eventually, we grown-up sorts stop looking for wardrobes that lead to snowy pine forests. But there is still a door to another world.

We cannot have a “life we don’t have to heal from.” But we can know that healing is possible.

God invites us into his joy through the things he has made.

In God’s mercy, some things, even with their inherent imperfections and difficulties, really are as truly good as they seem, as wonderful as you hope they’ll be.

The hilarious story of how my son lost his tooth during communion, and welcoming our children as the Church of today, not the Church of the future.

Once we are with Jesus and all this death and mourning have been met with God’s comfort, and heaven and earth have been joined finally and forever, we’ll have a lot of fun and have the joy of eternity-long, open-hearted, uncomplicated friendship. 

I wonder what life might spring up in our world if we held our mandate from our Creator to “fill and subdue” (Gen. 1) with the posture of a child, full of joy, delight, awe, and curiosity.

Those of us who have set our hope fully on our King and his coming Kingdom are like February gardeners. We see the hard ground and hard hearts of Winter all around, yet we are also those who “rejoice, though we have considered all the facts.”

“If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention.” 

I believe Jesus offers a better, deeper, fuller way to pay attention to what is happening in our world.

Imagination is not a triviality of childhood, afforded by immaturity and lives sheltered from the harsh realities of this world. On the contrary, imagination is essential to our life in Christ, giving us the eyes to see the things in this universe that are the Most Real, True, Good, and Beautiful.

The love and life of Christ in our home bears witness to the truth that our family, our home, our street is caught up in something not just a century old, but something eternal.

The gospel is not complete without his ascension, because the ascension is the coronation of Christ our King. It is the Son’s enthronement at the right hand of the Father. It is the moment that the Lamb who was slain began his eternal rein, ushering in the Kingdom of God and enacting the new covenant of our great High Priest.

What if we implored the Spirit to take these truths from merely something we recite from the creeds on a Sunday, or something for theologians to debate, and instead to empower us to consider with all seriousness how these truths transform our hearts by the Spirit to love the Lord and cause us to walk in the way of Jesus?

Worship of our glorious God and love for our neighbor would flow like a river from people of God.

My sister and I got together this morning to make my Grandma’s butterhorn rolls. I cannot accurately describe them—they can only be experienced.

This is a bit of my street. On the right you’ll see a house with a “Trump 2020: Keep America Great” banner at the top (Side note: You can’t access that Mary Poppins-like roof from inside, people. I have no idea how he got that up there.).