I am mostly terrorized by my own errors.
By default I strain hard towards a goal unmindful of some silly implements.
The Word of God reveals this ineptness.
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I am mostly terrorized by my own errors.
By default I strain hard towards a goal unmindful of some silly implements.
The Word of God reveals this ineptness.
The abundant life Christ offers is distinctly nuanced.
Never generic.
It is always succulent and fresh.
I begin my daily trek with a sojourn in the hardcourt.
I shoot hoops constantly aiming for a swish.
There is something deep in my soul that craves for a life that never misses the mark.
Prior to birth, our days have been carefully ordained.
God claims authorial purview over our lives.
It is one thing to merely recognize it and another thing to pursue such with hope.
The complexity of humanity's fall is well represented by our propensity to hide.
Adam and Eve hid.
And the seeking never ends ... until we yield to the only cover that protects us.
There is hard labor.
There is easy work.
Athletes refer to the swing zone as a stage of effort where ease takes over cruising towards victory.
The biblical writers referred to such as grace.
It is the grand exchange of one's weakness with Christ's enduring strength.
It is Nika's birthday today.
It was just like yesterday when I stood speechless cradling her in my arms a few seconds right after birth.
It will remain a sacred mystery on how this young lady leverages the cloth of Christ in all she does.
I praise God for the beautiful gift that you are to us.
We were created by Elohim (אֱלֹהִים).
As such, the majestic grandeur of His craftsmanship layers our existence with delicate care.
We are precious in God's eyes.
The original intent of athleticism is towards a prize.
To know the why of our expended efforts requires constant pauses.
I stop frequently to seek the eyes of my Master who trains me for battle.
God's musical craftsmanship is indescribably staggering.
In my on-going artistry, no one has quite surpassed the thematic influence of the jazz guitarist Earl Klugh.
It is such a wonder how strummed strings elevate one's affections towards good.
Last night, I was one-on-one with the iconic genius.
Handpicked was I when he played the classic Heart Strings just ten feet away.
Our children are precious grants.
For a season, we are tasked to be faithful stewards.
God has designated my ineptness to become His receptacle of indescribable grace.
Marriage is a mystery.
God claims it to be His work.
When two are joined as one, identity is altered by divine fiat.
I am called to relax and lean in on this deep truth.
Today runs with zeal towards yesterday.
No amount of chase keeps up.
Except of course ... the flight of memories.
Behind every laughter is a tear.
Behind every tear is a fall.
Behind every fall is a promise.
One day all chaos will disappear. Write that down. That's what the Author of Life said.
Earl Klugh set my ears towards the nuance of jazz.
The improvisations of music reflect the amazing dexterity of God in turning twists and turns into a concert tapestry.
Everything works together for good for those who are in Christ.
Yes, even for snapped strings such as I.
Home is where the aspects of recreation are felt.
An abode is said to be homely when the aura of play sweetly prevails.
Does God play hoops in heaven?
I try to prepare for our surprising one-on-one.
Every summer, my church holds a Daily Vacation Bible School that features a distinct gospel theme.
Each year, a petite Romanian girl and her sister living at the condominium next block gets drop off by their parents.
I have seen the miracle of a slow but steady witness turn lil' Mimi into a fine young lady.
Her cruciform began with a few steps leading to the house of God.
Upper body strength propels the climb from point to point.
But it is the stability of foot traction that provides the crucial balance for the next step.
I find this basic principle informing my daily ascent.
What I know cerebrally must always be augmented by practicality.
When I say I believe in grace.
Mercy must anchor my steps.
Rise and Shine, O my soul!
The toll of age has its way of eroding strength.
Not for the bold who take God at His Word.
They exchange every morsel of weakness for a good push.
The gift of pleasure is most sacred.
This gives me a clue about the magnanimity of God's heart.
To experience delight is to know that holiness does matter.
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