Whenever you doubt the love of God, look to the cross. For the cross is where God’s wrath is appeased, his love is displayed, and his enemies become his children.
God’s ways do not always make sense. Maybe making sense of them shouldn’t be our top priority.
In standing and experiencing the beauty of a waterfall, it dawned on me that God gives us these moments of beauty-noticing—slowing down and unplugging from a digital, deadline world—to wake us up to the mystery and the beauty inherent in all of life. Our lives often move at freeway speed—detached from and unaware of the cars around us, the people we travel with, and even the stirrings and struggles in our own souls.
The beautiful and expansive Gospel leaves something out. Although immensely inclusive, it is also shockingly exclusive. Although expansive, there is no room in the Gospel for certain things.
Our identity can easily be caught up in our works. Only Christ frees us from idolatry.
We can be assured in the midst of opposition that Jesus has not left us alone.
For God, prayer is all about relationship. It’s all about being with His children.