God in a Quiet Place

And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. I Kings 19:11b-12
Gusts of wind jostle my windows. Today will be the third day of rain. More expected tomorrow.
News of storms marches toward an outcome. A world filled with tempests of one kind or another–real storms and virtual ones–long, sad gales or short showers. Broken aftermath or sunshine resolution. We struggle against nature and with each other.
What comes after the storm, the personal defeat no one else seems to understand?
“A still, small voice,” says the King James version–“a low whisper,” says the ESV.
Hearing the quiet voice after every kind of storm–the essential to finding peace within and outside ourselves.
We hear this voice if we listen. Maybe when we least expect it. Sometimes, it comes as a word a friend speaks. Sometimes, it comes through a song or the silent touch of another.
A moment of ministry from God Himself.
God in the quiet. The One who walked on water touching me in a quiet place.


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Breaking Chains

To heal my wounds, I worshiped myself.
I found the path to healing but stumbled on my way.
Self-worship became wounds wrapped in chains.
Scars linger.
Birthmarks for my children,
Who’ve received their own wounds.
We seek our heading on the path,
To heal the wounds,
To break chains.
Christ is that Way,
The Rock on which all chains break,
To make us free.
 


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Truth Stands Still; We Move

Leah Libresco Sargeant was an atheist who found the arguments for God too strong to resist.
Since 2012, she has been one of us–a believer.
The question that moved her from disbelief to faith was this one: “How is it we come to know truth?” She couldn’t reconcile the notion of no God with the idea of man-made morality–moral laws originating within people. Moral law transcends people. It comes from outside them, not from within them.
For where did moral law come from if not from God? Continue reading “Truth Stands Still; We Move”

The Highest Good

The good of man, happiness, is some kind of activity of the soul in conformity with virtue. Aristotle
It was a moment like none I’d ever seen before. I was watching the team some of my high school students and two of my grandsons play for. Our team was ahead–significantly.
Then two players collided. The official blew his whistle. But the player on the other team jumped up. “It was clean,” he shouted.
The game resumed without a penalty.
A smattering of applause arose from fans of both teams.
A few nights later, we attended an away game just an hour away. Several of our team’s best players were banged up and sat on the bench. The rest of the team was out on the field struggling. Losing–significantly. Continue reading “The Highest Good”

Mistaking Emotion for Argument

I couldn’t figure it out. A number of students were claiming the speaker was evoking emotion to convince his audience.
The speaker didn’t want them to feel. He wanted them to think. To reason. To deduce right from wrong. Feelings had little to do with it. But today, feelings make an argument. Most people don’t discern between feeling and thinking.
In the early days of the abortion debate, those who support abortion would accuse pro-lifers of just being emotional–too emotional–about the unborn.
Pro-lifers asserted that support for unborn life was more than hand-wringing anguish over potential life. It was reasoned protection for innocent human life. All innocent human life. The foundation for protecting such life was religious, moral, and scientific. It was never solely a religious argument. Sometimes, it wasn’t a religious argument at all. (See Dr. Bernard Nathanson.) Continue reading “Mistaking Emotion for Argument”

A Better Way of Speaking

It wasn’t the kind of event that usually brings out protesters. It was a 5K run for a crisis pregnancy clinic, a fundraiser, not an attempt to draw attention to the issues at hand.
But protesters came. A handful of women carrying signs.
One sign caught my friend’s eye: “Good women have abortions.”
My friend approached the group, shook hands and introduced herself to each protester. As she worked her way down the line, she arrived in front of the woman carrying the sign that had drawn her to the group.
“I just want you to know that I think you’re right. Good women do sometimes make that choice to have an abortion,” she said. Continue reading “A Better Way of Speaking”

The Importance of Benediction

A benediction is a blessing. A blessing at the beginning.
Benediction welcomes new life. Benediction births new life seasons.
A life season is a period defined by a title–toddler, student, employee, wife, mother, grandmother, etc.
It was spring when my season last changed–from mother to grandmother. Now autumn comes with the anticipation of a new spring and another season. Continue reading “The Importance of Benediction”