Of recent, I’ve had some questions stir up concerning love, and I’m choosing this platform to voice them.
Fathomed in the image of God, we’ve been given an order to love, and it’s such a crazy one. Crazy in the sense that our form of love is not as the world sees, desires, or anticipates. Continue Reading
“Now, you listen.”
“Ma, I’m sorry, but I have to –”
She cut me off with a raise of her hand, palms outward. “Why didn’t you carry us along? Why were they not informed?”
“There was no one to inform ma. Don’t you get it? I was alone. Alone.”
If you are a bookworm, or a booklover, the odds are good that you’ve read a particular book five times or more. I’ve certainly done so, and one of those books is Redeeming Love. It’s one of the best Christian novels I’ve ever read, giving an apt painting of God’s Love.
I’ve always dreaded the topics Grace and Love, partly because I don’t know them, partly because they’ve been misused. And the proverb says ‘what you don’t have, you can’t give.’ However, I am here, facing them. Continue Reading
“They have nothing planned out,” a colleague quipped of recent. “There’s nothing they intend doing, so why won’t they while away with these stuffs…”
The comment above was in response to an accusation that some set of people were the cause of distraction in a particular gathering. Continue Reading
There’s a reason why Alvin Toffler said, “the illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.” How apt that description is for me if I think myself an expert at anything, be it taping words together, fixing a simple meal, or blogging on love.
Yes, love. It’s been four months since I started this motion. Continue Reading
The end is inevitable now, he said, but before I slip into its claws, there’s something you have to know. And then he shared this story:
“He was raised in a community where you could sit by your window and fully describe the dining setting of your neighbor two blocks from your apartment. There never was a moment of wallowing in self-pity, for a passing soul would suddenly spring up at your doorsteps to chase away the monsters. Continue Reading
Hello! In my last post, I hinted that I read a blog giving suggestions on topics to discuss. One of the ideas was to post pictures and ask readers to imagine the thoughts hidden beneath the gestures. That has prompted me to attempt this: Peeling the layers sheathing Mary’s look. Continue Reading