If only we could start over again … One of the iconic images of medieval times is that of a monk sitting in a scriptorium, copying old manuscripts, because the printing press hadn’t yet been invented. Monks were required to devote at least several.
As I was walking toward Union Station on my way home from work one evening last December I heard a loud and unpleasant screeching noise. The noise was unsettling, and I was getting closer to it. Finally, I realized what the noise was. Someone.
Deliver me from bloodshed, O God, and my tongue will sing aloud of your deliverance. Psalms 51:14 I am thinking of a Christian friend of mine who was in a very bad car accident in January. Driving through a busy suburban Chicago intersection, he.
Yet I have been the LORD your God since the land of Egypt; and you were not to know any god except Me, for there is no savior besides Me. Hosea 13:4 Return, O Israel, to the Lord your God, for you have stumbled.
We are over halfway through the Lenten season. It’s a winding, 40-day journey, and we are entering the hardest part of it. We’re too far down the path to look back, yet the end is still out of sight. It’s a spiritual no-man’s land..