With all the sabre rattling coming from Russia lately, a number of Gen-Xers have found that we’re reliving parts of our childhood. Only now we’re doing it as adults. This has allowed us to stir from our jaded slumber and assure the generations which came after us, “Don’t worry, folks. We got this.”
It’s Wednesday, what a week. Time for some random thoughts.
I’m a creature of habit because I need rhythm to function. So what happens when the rhythm gets compressed?
I was searching through some old Flickr Photos this evening and came across some paintings from a retreat I ran over a decade ago. The image below is part of a sequence, but this is the frame that speaks to me that most. In our world folks like to present themselves as “all together,” whatever…
I could have chosen a number of hymns for the last post in this series, but in the end I was compelled to go with one of my favorites of all time, “Be Thou My Vision.”
I resonate with John Newton in temperament, even if my life never led me on a journey with the highs and lows his had. I’m stubborn, prideful, prone to laziness, and angry with the world in general. And, like Newton, redemption found me by the Amazing Grace of God.