Signs of Life

Crumbs, the noise of laughter and galloping feet, smudges on the windows and stains on the floor, even discarded Kleenex, broken dishes, crayoned walls and coats shed here and there – they are all signs of life. Continue reading “Signs of Life”

Sunday Worship III

“By grace alone somehow I stand
Where even angels fear to tread
Invited by redeeming love
Before the throne of God above
He pulls me close with nail-scarred hands
Into His everlasting arms.

When condemnation grips my heart
And Satan tempts me to despair
I hear the voice that scatters fear
The Great I Am The Lord is here
Oh praise the One who fights for me
And shields my soul eternally.”

The Full Treatment

“I find a good many people have been bothered by… our Lord’s words, ‘Be ye perfect’. Some people seem to think this means ‘Unless you are perfect, I will not help you’; and as we cannot be perfect, then, if He meant that, our position is hopeless. But I do not think He meant that. I think He meant ‘The only help I will give is help to become perfect. You may want something less: but I will give you nothing less.’ Continue reading “The Full Treatment”

Hills Worth Dying On

I used to think practically ANY hill was one to die on, and when I say die, I’m barely hyperbolizing. Relationships died on those hills. As long as I thought a conviction was biblical, it trumped any tie. After all, who came first – people or God? Didn’t the Lord say that anyone who loved father, mother, son or daughter more than Him wasn’t worthy of Him? Continue reading “Hills Worth Dying On”

A High and Lonely Destiny

“Men like me” [said Uncle Andrew] “who possess hidden wisdom, are freed from common rules just as we are cut off from common pleasures. Ours, my boy, is a high and lonely destiny.”

As he said this he sighed and looked so grave and noble and mysterious that for a second Digory really thought he was saying something rather fine. But then he remembered the ugly look he had seen on his Uncle’s face the moment before Polly had vanished: and all at once he saw through Uncle Andrew’s grand words. “All it means,” he said to himself, “is that he thinks he can do anything he likes to get anything he wants.”

The Magician’s Nephew, by C. S. Lewis

This is what comes to mind every time I hear people like Bill Gothard pontificating on “standing alone”. The High and Lonely Destiny Syndrome.magicians nephew

People often like to think they are standing alone to “glorify God” or “uphold righteousness”, when the truth is they’re standing alone because of their overbearing attitudes and ungraciousness, their commitment to mistaken standards, and their misguided refusal to associate with those who will be with them in eternity.

It’s a high and lonely destiny…