It’s easy to forget that when we begin praying, we’re really just joining in.
What if there’s no such thing as silence, only our tuning into the world the way God has created it to speak to us?
We left those evening's together with arms slightly wider toward the stranger and hearts just that little more warmed by the closeness of a Father some were worried had abandoned them.
"Poetry doesn’t so much tell us something we never knew as bring into recognition what is latent, forgotten, overlooked, or suppressed" - Eugene Peterson.
Before the sickest and weakest of the lot, we find Jesus denying us the right to the temptation of perfection and turning the tables on the popular power structures of this present age.
It's hard to come back from a vacuum with God. It's hard to convince ourselves afresh that the reason for our existence is not primarily to prove our self-worth.