One of the real joys of eating at a good restaurant is, of course, the actual eating. Imagine a thick slice of cinnamon apple pie or a steaming bratwurst or some spicy Korean barbecue, the aromas rising warm and rich, wafting to your senses. The anticipation of the taste swirling across your tongue — eating such food is a singular delight. But doesn’t a lot of the sweetness of the experience occur after you have eaten, when you lean back after that last bite, full and satisfied, with your face and your belly smiling happily?
Millions of Christians around the world are keeping Lent in some way, as the Church has done for 1700 years. Why? Because something powerful happens in our lives spiritually when we focus on Lenten themes and prepare to enter into the profound mystery of Good Friday, and the incredible joy of Easter Sunday, at the end of these forty days.
In light of Ferguson and other recent events, I am deeply disturbed by the racial divide in our country. Yet I am also deeply grateful for the bridge-builders in our ministry who take on the challenge of racial reconciliation with courage, intentionality, vision and biblical conviction in God’s redeeming grace.
This summer I had the amazing privilege of participating in the first-ever Marketplace Bay Area Urban Project, an InterVarsity summer immersion project geared at exploring the intersection of faith and work. The 10 of us worked at various internships or jobs during the day, and lived together in a house at night.
I spent this summer living in a house in Berkeley, California with nine other people who were complete strangers. While this living situation seems odd and impractical (I already had an apartment as a Berkeley student), I learned that it is often through the unusual and perhaps inconvenient situations that we can more clearly witness God’s goodness.
I hit a wall last week after hours of trying to write a blog that was oozing away in every direction but the one I hoped it would go. I was experiencing a combination of writer’s block, a feeling of irrelevance to the student world and a debilitating spiral of fear that I had nothing to contribute to anyone anymore. At that point, I heard a voice from within say, “Back away from the computer — now. Do something different. Watch what will happen.”
It’s baseball season and fans have high hopes for their favorite teams, just as we all have high hopes for how life will turn out. But the saying is true: “Things you had planned on won’t happen the way you had hoped for, and things you didn’t plan on will happen.” I call these the curve balls of life.
Here are some curve balls that friends of mine have experienced:
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