Then ADONAI answered Job out of the whirlwind... 'Now gird up your loins like a man; I will question you, and you will inform me!'"--Job 38:2-3 TLV The more I read The Book of Job, the more I'm convinced that it wasn't meant to explain the problem of suffering. The suffering itself is a decoy--like… Continue reading Job & The Chariot of Fire
The Book of Job is a portal into an unseen war, a tribute to the glory of God in creation, and a testimony to the fact that people inevitably disappoint each other and that great men are only men after all. This book can be very confusing, with so much wisdom to unpack, and therefore… Continue reading James: A Commentary on The Book of Job?
Before Moses, before Muhammad, there was a mighty son of the East who lost everything and wanted to appeal in heaven's court with boldness ("like a prince"). Jews, Christians and Muslims honor him. Scholars are puzzled by him. Even in his own lifetime, he was a legend and a riddle. He was truly his brother's… Continue reading Dusting Off The Arab Hero of The Bible
I haven't been in the "zone" now for seven months! (Unprecedented!) I have some free time now. I'm energized and more like my normal self. Decluttering--not writing--is currently at the top of my agenda (I've been inspired by Becky's blog about minimalist lifestyle, and I'm stoked to try some of her ideas in 2018). But… Continue reading Every Year With Jesus Is A Good Year
Well, my friends, it's March, and I'm sure we all agree that Old Man Winter has way, way overstayed his welcome. I thought I'd be making espressos or waitressing somewhere and writing web content for a friend. Instead, I'm working in our office, and my current occupation doesn't involve traveling to anywhere except the post office.… Continue reading Madam Secretary Reflects on International Relations and Happy Happenstance
I know where wild horses roam free as the wind. It's a peaceful place, high in the hills, where there are no fences. I've taken a few friends there, when the sun was sinking behind the snow-covered peak of the volcano. I'm not a cowgirl by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love horses… Continue reading Revenge of The Broken Horse
Stay, my restless heart, my wandering feet. The way of escape is here. The place of newness and purpose is here too. Not in the next adventure, the next accomplishment, the next good deed, the next admirer. Stay and look up, above the spectacles, the sensations, the vanity. There is a cross up there in… Continue reading The Romance of The Cross