“I looked at him and wondered what I was in love with / how love feels when you are actually face to face”
As soon as she said that – my sister on this most anti-Hollywood of journeys – I smiled with the familiarity of it. I gave that heart-exhale that can only come from hearing a well-wrought truth spoken out in a way not quite ready to roll off my tongue. Continue reading
Silver and Gold — Guest Post by Ben Bishop.
Ben’s words ring so true of the confusion that can be wrought by seeking to follow Jesus downwards into the heart of the matter, with all its ugliness and mess. This captures so beautifully what he says:
There are many days when I shout at the ceiling, asking the Son of God, my so-called Lord (although it’s strange to call him that when I ignore him so much of the time), why he allows the widows and orphans to suffer, disoriented, alone, running forlorn upon the face of the earth like a hill of crazed ants, and receive only silence for my trouble. But I cannot quit him. His gospel is the most beautiful story I have ever heard told, and seems to me to explain the burning pageant of the world, including the existential despair that Kierkegaard called “the sickness unto death,” in a way that resonates, like a morning bell, with the ring of truth.
I’m mulling over my first sermon at the moment.
Despite some flailing on my part which saw me scrabbling around the Old Testament – misinterpreting Jewish history and generally making a hash of things, I have somehow decided to speak on forgiveness. It was the original idea, suggested by my wise mother, and, post-flail, things have sort of come around full circle. Continue reading