
“When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.”

there is a RIVER
There is a River filled with tears
That courses through these broken years;
Caught up within the reckless love,
It lifts my heart to Jesus.
He bids me see His broken heart;
The wounds for me, His nail scars;
Caught up within the reckless love,
My tears and His co-mingled.
There is a River filled with love:
The tears of my dear Jesus.

The Agnosticism of Inattention
This terrible, slow disease that we suffer from which destroys our compassion stems from what Brennan Manning calls the ‘agnosticism of inattention.’ …. In order to love, we must first begin to see.

The last dove’s flight into the world was brutally ended
An artist sees Michelangelo's Pietà in a new light
It was the angle of the light that brought me to utter ruin.
The light, golden and flashing off that sumptuous Carrara marble, the light that poured like liquid over Michelangelo Buonarroti's Pietà from behind Mary's left shoulder. It was only a moment, but the video briefly showed the sculpture in a way that utterly ruined me. Unlike every other image that I have ever seen of Pietà, this was lit far differently, and it was then that I saw it.

Have we lost the plot? Do we really know Jesus at all?
Jeremiah 22:16 says that taking care of the poor and needy is HOW WE KNOW GOD. He promises that he will take care of us if we take care of them. In this passage, Jeremiah excoriates a cruel king who gloried in his palace lined with cedar and painted with vermillion while callously neglecting the poor and destitute.
Wow.
Do we really know Jesus at all, or have we lost the plot? This is incredibly convicting for me this morning.
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