one hand on the wheel, roof open, hanging my head out of the window, and feeling the breeze.
The goodness that Good Friday makes possible is foundational to practical Christianity. If we are not excellent to each other, then Christ is not alive in us.
God, I’ve heard tell, keeps a cabin in the mountains of North Carolina. Yesterday God must have been out hiking too, because we met right there at the top of Mt. Jefferson.
Instead of shoving the Lord into a box and consigning him to eleven months in the attic, John suggested putting Jesus on the windowsill where he can look out into the world he came to save.
And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a
So today I’m grateful to Wake Forest Presbyterian Church for inviting us to live here in The Tar Heel State. And I am grateful to God, not only for encouraging Rebekah to say “yes”, but for so ordering our lives and with such mercy and grace.
At the heart of this spiritual practice we must be prepared to pause every so often, take a deep refreshing breath of attention, and then simply respond to God’s goodness with a smile, or a prayer, or a fist-pump, or maybe even a small dance of joy.