Heartfelt Going Ons

Yesterday I took a quick nap on the couch, and while I slept Fritz went after his bathroom with cleaning supplies.  When I woke he was just finishing dust busting the floor. What a day when a boy of 10 cleans his bathroom unasked and so exquisitely.  The bathroom mirror sparkled with Windex and toothpaste dribbles no longer decorated the dark countertop.  If I had a scratch and sniff sticker for this blog, you would smell the clean.

On my desk by the computer, I found this unscripted writing by Jane.  You might have to click on the image to read it since she writes so small.

 

Alex made these clay figures for art class and dressed them in tissue paper.  I think Gandolph and the dwarf are amazing. 

If you match a dog to the child

 

 

 

 

One look back

The Violence of Resting

A reminder from our pastor this week couldn't have been more timely.   He talked about how God wants us to kick the legs out from under the chair.  God doesn't desire us to rest in our own merit, efforts or religious principles, God desires us to rest solely on the legs of him with nail-pierced feet.  Don't get too comfortable in that earthly chair; you weren't intended to sit in it.

There is a surprising violence of choice to rest in the Rest Giver, to say that his way is The Only Way, to kick even decrepit legs out from under us.  Faith is hurling all our weight in a chair without legs, because our sight is on Jesus, the man whose legs are like burnished bronze (Daniel 10:6, Revelation 1:15).   In the world's mind we appear stupid to not self-promote ourselves, to not glory in our successes, to identify ourselves with a murdered man - a common criminal.   But we plug our ears to such lies.   We don't sit in a legless chair; we sit in a throne.   According to Ephesians 2:6, "God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus."  If you took the name of Christ, don't forget where you should be seated. 

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