Yet faith happens in the in-betweens, the interruptions, the thresholds. It happens when I’ve left this room where I was in control, where I had my self-explanation, where I had my ego boundaries, where I had my moral sense of my own rightness and superiority.
Satan blogging: I despise it when they are able to see that love (ugh!) extends beyond the boundaries of their tribe, nation, or family. It means they no longer become defined by the order they are born into. It dawns on them that all these orders are not absolutes to...
Some communities are defined by proximity, structured of wood or stone or brick and bound by lines on a map. But the community of believers is made of holy, living stones cemented with the mortar of Christ’s love, crossing all lines, and having no permanent address.