We’re home, and the stomach bug hasn’t spread, and I’m glad for those little graces. My heart is heavy today for Zion Church, for sin, for the future, for the present. I know, the Christian’s hope can never fail, and I believe, only help my unbelief.
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read in 2016:
Paterson, The Great Gilly Hopkins
Sloan, Ajax Penumbra 1969
Mandel, Station Eleven
Elliot, Shadow of the Almighty
Shakespeare, As You Like It
Bolz-Weber, Accidental Saintsarchives:
Glad you are home, safe and sound. I cried this morning reading about the fire and seeing the church burned. I know our hope is in something, Someone greater than that physical structure. But still. . .
I love speaking in hymn text.
Me, too. I was actually mentally singing “whate’er my ordains is right” and as much as I love the old presbyterian standards about the sovereignty of God, they often come out sounding smug when you are speaking in hymn text.