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All in Life
There is a comfort in hearing them from someone outside of your own head, someone impartial to your own internal noise.
Read in this light (not an immediate pun), the words of Rubarth become a soulful but softly whispered plea that the Christ with those "who have fallen asleep in Jesus" (1 Thess. 4:14) would return.
I am now "just sinking in" to the grace of Christ conquering the current cyclical cacophony of death and life.
This solitude stands before each theologian as a possibility but also the dangerous possibility to adopt superficially and on false presumptions. The urge to become the theologian Contra Mundum is to be resisted.
"O how he springs up before your eyes, how he deafened your ears, how he forces his way even into your dreams and disturbs your thoughts and wastes your time! O how he gets on your nerves!" - Karl Barth
Is everyone going to agree with everything Hill believes or practices? Absolutely not. But then again, that's not the point of conversing and having dialogue.
And then I hit my breaking point. The next time Crockett said to me, “No! You’re a bad person!” I just kissed his head and said, “And that’s why we need grace, Crockett.”
I remember singing my mother to sleep as she lay in that bed exhausted from chemotherapy.
It is something of a banality to say one has a love-hate relationship with Twitter, but I do.
This is the last piece you'll have to read from me about my love life, or lack thereof.
But every time I see or drink a Lost Gold IPA, I laugh a little. I tear up a little. And I remember those two days.
I hadn’t even stepped foot on the plowed diamond field, yet I knew no shimmering gem awaited my hand.
I am blessed to be able to learn from his example. He is not a perfect man, but he has taught me many things about our Heavenly Father. I am in his debt. I love you, dad.
But especially this Mother’s Day, I say this to you: If you want to share your pain with me, I will help you hold it — like Atlas — and will do my best to make it not so damn heavy.
To those who "don't believe what they know," rest in God's grace. And let us produce together the type of memories that will "soak these sheets in tears."
Where will you be when tragedy strikes our family? Will you run like cowards, or will you sit and face the demons with those who have been shattered by this poisoned world?
