In the Words of Satan by the Arrows

This reminds me a bit of C.S. Lewis’s tack when he wrote “The Screwtape Letters.” I love the jazzy style of music here juxtaposed with the atrociousness of Satan’s twisted plans. I’m thankful for “the God in Heaven who loves us, who yearns for us, and who gives us the freedom of forgiveness and truth.” Advertisements

Surprise Snow

Ransom and I should have checked the weather before driving to Buffalo this Friday. But our judgment was “clouded” (I’m my Father’s punny daughter) because we had to run pre-Christmas errands, and we were dazed by the opportunity for a work break. Plus, it had been 60 degrees less than 5 days prior. We never expected a snowstorm. Halfway there, … More Surprise Snow

A Poem for Advent

Mary’s Song Blue homespun and the bend of my breast keep warm this small hot naked star fallen to my arms. (Rest … you who have had so far to come.) Now nearness satisfies the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps whose eyelids have not closed before. … More A Poem for Advent

Goal

The leader of a Christian ministry recently said his goal is to be “confessionally rigorous and relationally generous.” The more I thought about it, the more I loved it. So I’ve decided to unashamedly steal it and make that my own personal goal. Isn’t that what Jesus was like while he lived on this earth? He was immovable in regards to … More Goal

Mary Did You Know?

Thanksgiving is over and it’s snowing on my blog, so that must mean it’s time for Christmas music! Thanks to Ransom for introducing me to this rockin’ acapella group, Pentatonix. And if you’re sick of hearing the same ole Christmas songs, check out their Christmas album (on youtube or spotify) for some fun new ones.

It’s Great To Be Weak

“An interviewer once asked Edith Schaeffer, author and wife of evangelist and philosopher Francis Schaeffer, “Who is the greatest Christian woman alive today?” She replied, “We don’t know her name. She is dying of cancer somewhere in a hospital in India.” I’m talking about that woman. Underneath her obedient life is a sense of helplessness. … More It’s Great To Be Weak