I wanted to share with you all this extended quote from Nicholas Wolterstorff’s Lament for a Son.
On the way back [from claiming my sons body] I thought about tears. Our culture says that men must be strong and that the strength of a man in sorrow is to be seen in his tearless face. Tears are for women. Continue reading
As always on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day everyone was speaking about his witness, his words, and his life. Facebook and Twitter were ablaze with memes and quotes. Radio stations were having listeners call in to talk about their heroes. Even random, and sometimes very unlikely, TV shows were paying him respects, but as I read people’s commentary on Martin Luther King, Jr., or as I heard people speak of their heroes, some like and some very unlike the non-violent example we were honoring, I couldn’t help but wonder if we have inadvertently domesticated his voice. Have we celebrated his influence in the civil rights’ movement for so long that we have dulled the sharpness of his words about other aspects of American culture? Continue reading
I long for certainty. I yearn to know, to analyze, to grasp the ins and outs of everything that happens in our world. I like reason, and I like knowing the reason for everything. When asked why something happens, especially something bad, I like to be able to give a neat answer. Maybe the answer doesn’t provide any comfort or any relief from the pain, but the knowledge of the ‘why’ is helpful for me. Lately, however, I’ve been unable to find a reason why. Continue reading
At times, I don’t feel like I have enough faith. I doubt, and it troubles me. How can I, an ordained missionary, have doubts? Doesn’t that sound like a contradiction? I wonder, however, if it isn’t a contradiction. What if our doubts and struggles with belief actually make us better able to serve?
Last night we went outside to ring in the New Year with a few fireworks. As always, when you light a firework, you never know what you’re going to get. It could be a brilliantly beautiful display, or it could be the worst dud imaginable. Or, it could end up looking a lot like a turd. Continue reading