Yann Martel: “I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent… It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know.”
Sadness lies abed of a morning with a question mark, and anger turns the viewpoint red, tips over tables, but fear sits in the corners…
She is carrying one item. “Good luck, people,” she says, just loudly enough to be heard, but quietly enough to be ignored. “There is not much in there.”
Sarah Beiler shares her experience of secular college, and rejoices in what she learned along the way.
I never considered myself a fearful person, but with growing responsibility has come growing anxiety. Surely if I worry enough, it will help somehow…
But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.
We humans have a problem: we believe the people who say the things we like to hear. It’s easy for you to believe me when I say what you already know…
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
Confession: I recently broke my year-long Walmart fast. On purpose. I woke up one morning and said “Today is the day.” I got on my shoes and my courage, drove to Walmart, and bought these items: Two pairs of black dress pants Two Oxford shirts Three leather belts Two votive candles I made this purchase […]
Confession: This is harder than I thought.