Paul and I have just returned home from the funeral of a most precious little girl. Lydia's smile could have lit a room. Now it reflects the glory of God the Savior for all eternity. Perhaps you've noticed the sparsity of my entries here these last two weeks. We've been struggling and praying for appropriate ways to handle what we're dealing with, and when and whether to speak about it. Up until now, for reasons which will become obvious, I've only shared this with a very few trusted friends. Paul made reference to it on his blog several days ago, but with no specifics. I think it may be time for me to fill in the gaps. What we're dealing with is horrible and ugly - about as ugly as it gets. This all happens on the heels of my mother's death, and has now somehow managed to even overshadow that. Mother's death, as difficult as it was...well...it made sense. She was 87 years old, and hadn't been well in many years. This, on the other hand, is a m...
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I have more understanding than all my teachers, for Your testimonies are my meditation. Ps 199:99
I had in mind the tendency of people like me who are studiers to seclude ourselves and become lost in conceptual learning to the exclusion of the hard work of living in Christian community which would require us to actually do the things we study. We can easily become like art, or theater, or book critics - who have never actually been artists, technicians, or writers. Or like the "balconeers" J.I. Packer refers to in the preface of his classic, Knowing God. We look on and evaluate what we see, but never enter into the fray ourselves.
Oh, which reminds me, I follow a great blog written by a fellow from a different theological perspective from either one of ours, but who is consistently challenging and has a great heart for the Christ and the church. I think you might enjoy it. You can check it out here: http://ceruleansanctum.com/