Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew 19:24 Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through …
Three Prerequisites to World Peace
I'm reblogging this from over three years ago. It seems to me that Mr. Lewis, who shared the original metaphor during WWII, would be quite disappointed with our progress toward personal, social, or global peace.
Simplicity and Stuff
I gave a primer on the topic of Simplicity in both blog and podcast form. After that I shared two symptoms of a simple life: sincerity and spontaneity. Here I share in outlinish form about Simplicity and Stuff, you know, possessions, money, and just stuff. I put some meat on these bare bones in a …
Sometimes do and sometimes don’t (Part 2)
What do you think? Did the Washingtonian florist do the right thing to refuse to do the flowers for the wedding between two gay men? There has been no shortage of surly pontificating over this one issue, and in my view, way too many words have already been wasted on it. So, why would I …
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Beach glass…
I’m reposting this very early piece for two reasons. I’ve been thinking and writing on a considerably “pushy” level lately and thought I might lighten it up a bit. Also I needed the time and bandwidth to concentrate on a number of other larger essays I’m working on. Hope this one re-speaks to you!
I’ve been a beachcomber for most of my life. Besides finding perfectly whole (un-chipped) sand dollars, beach glass is my greatest beach treasure. For you non-coastal persons – beach glass is broken pieces of bottles that have been tossed into the waves, broken on the shore, washed back out with receding waves only to have the sharp edges ground down and smoothed by friction with the sand and rocks on the beach. By the time combers like myself collect the pieces, the glass that once served to contain beverages became broken shards, now worn and frosted treasures by the elements.
Over the years I’ve brought home quite a little collection. At the beach today I collected a number of such pieces and began to muse about the parallels between them and the beloved treasures that God brings home with him. Here are some of my simple thoughts about how you…
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