I don’t have a pat answer to the problem of evil. But I know this: The promises of progressive Christianity offered me nothing through this trial. They offered my sister nothing. How could a weak view of God’s Word, a disdain for the Cross, and a relativistic approach to truth bring my family any peace in this kind of adversity? In that hospital room, “my truth” was darkness. But “the truth” was true whether I felt it or not. God was there. God is sovereign. He is good and trustworthy. I’ve tasted and seen. My heart is resolute, echoing the sentiments of Peter, who answered Jesus after many had walked away from Him, “To whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life” (John 6:68).
When the Apostle Paul said “Where, O Death, is your victory? Where, O Death, is your sting?” and John Donne said “Death, be not proud,” and the Arcadian Wild said “May you know Death lost already,” and
And Andrew Peterson said, "Where is your sting, O grave? How grave is your defeat."
and C.S. Lewis said "even Death itself will work backwards."
and charles wesley said “once he died our souls to save/where thy victory, o grave?”
And Paul said “The last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. I had planned to post on Facebook today but, in the end, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did write something though, and I don't want it to go to waste sitting in my google docs, so I guess ya'll on tumblr dot com get it instead.
To anyone reading this who has lost a baby: I see you. You're not as alone as you feel.
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July 24th was one of the best days of my life.
August 27th was one of the worst.
God had finally blessed us with a baby -- and then He took them home just the same.
Early miscarriage is a funny thing. Not many people know yet so, unless you tell them, they’ll never know anything has changed. It’s just you, your empty arms, and your grief. Nothing to see here; just move along.
And it’s not fair. There’s a crib in the basement we never put together, waiting to be used, and clothes from my sisters that my mother stored for years, waiting to be worn, and there they wait still.
We don't talk about it because it hurts and, at the very least, then they can't pity us.
And it’s not right. Every life -- no matter how short -- was a life hand-crafted by God, their brief days ordained by the same One who holds the entire universe in place. And we hide that precious soul away like it’s a dark secret we shouldn’t talk about.
The reality is this: I am a mama, and [husband] is a dad, and we have a baby we love dearly that we won’t get to meet this side of Heaven.
The days we had with our baby were few, but that time wasn't for nothing. That life wasn’t for nothing. Our love for them wasn’t for nothing.
They still matter -- to us, and to God.
So to the baby who never made it into our arms: we loved you then, and we love you still.
And we always will.
No one has to justify their existence. Not by who they are or what they bring to the table. Every human is made in the image of God, and their value and worth is inherent from conception. End of story.
Faith is a decision. It is not a deduction from the facts around us. We would not look at the world of today and logically conclude that God loves us. It doesn't always look as though He does. Faith is not an instinct. It certainly is not a feeling - feelings don't help much when you're in the lion's den or hanging on a wooden Cross. Faith is not inferred from the happy way things always work. It is an act of the will, a choice, based on the Unbreakable Word of a God who cannot lie, and who showed us what love and obedience and sacrifice mean, in the person of Jesus Christ.
Jesus wept.
Do you think that was for joy? when his friend had just died? He even knew that he was about to do and he still wept for his friend.
The Bible is full of people who wrestled with God over "things that didn't go their way". Even the ones we consider "great", like David. Have you ever read his Psalms? Heard his distress and pleas for help? Hannah was so distraught that Eli thought she was drunk. Elijah wanted to curl up and die. The list could go on. No where are these things considered bad or negative in any way. To the contrary, God came along side them and lifted them up.
The only times that questioning or wrestling with God was ever considered bad was when the person was angry at God and failing to recognize his sovereignty, and that is NOT the same as simply being upset. You can be upset and still trust that God is working everything for good. Those two things are not in opposition.
I think I do understand what you're going for here, but bestie, reconsider your words. Sentiments like this reinforce toxic positivity mindsets that result in isolation and an inability to ask for help when you need it. It promotes bottling up your feelings for the sake of "being happy" instead of dealing with them in a constructive way (and letting your experiences and the resulting feelings draw you nearer to God). This idea of never allowing yourself to feel upset over anything isn't healthy.
So for anyone who needs to hear it: You don't have to be happy all the time. I promise it's okay to sit on your couch at midnight and sob, or lay facedown on the floor doing the same, or whatever, as long as, at the end of it, you can say that God is still good.
Jesus wept too, after all.
If you need me I'll be chewing on the fact that, yes, the other eight uses are in Exodus and are about the Tabernacle tapestries and in the New Testament our bodies are called the temple of the Lord
Father Brown S01E03, The Wrong Shape
John 21: Peter recognizes the resurrected Jesus on the shore, already cooking them breakfast.
i feel like this is a topic that needs more than just a tumblr post to fully expand on but. i think that in modern-day christian culture we place WAY too much emphasis on Feeling and Emotion . and i think that this attitude is part of the reason why the most common struggle you hear is "God isn't speaking to me/I can't hear God". feels like the standard set is that you're constantly feeling a Supernatural presence and it's Big and Obvious and it Shows and you can't contain it... when that's just not it. God can be quiet. God can nudge. God's voice is contained in the Bible that you hold between your hands. If you're not "hearing Him" then maybe your expectation of what hearing Him is is flawed.
So was anyone going to tell me that the significance of Mary anointing Jesus' feet is a parallel to the hooves of the Passover lamb being anointed before sacrifice or was I supposed to learn that through the Jesus show myself
one thing about biblical womanhood posts that I’ve noticed is that when it’s talked about, they still strive to emphasize the aspects that were remarkable situations— they leave a faint taste of feminism in my mouth because they focus on Deborah, the woman raised up to lead because the men wouldn’t; they focus on Jael, the woman who kills a man with a tent spike; a woman dropping a stone, Rahab smuggling Israelites and defying authorities—
And all of these are raised up and praised as the Biblical woman with just a hint of look!! We’re strong!! We’re in the thick of it!! We’re not submissive doormats!!
In one sense, this is true. These are great, godly women. They are our examples.
But in all our striving to remind people of biblical women’s strength, we cannot forget who else are our examples.
We cannot forget Ruth. Ruth who humbled herself and remains loyal with Naomi, submitting herself to God and trusting in His provision. Ruth who lays herself at Boaz’s feet and who sacrifices possibly being a widow soon again for the sake of Naomi’s care and God’s provision.
Martha— one who serves and who desires to serve
Mary— one who sits at Christ’s feet to learn and desires to hear the words of her Lord
Lydia— who insisted on hosting and serving the Lord’s messengers; who would be possibly sacrificing her wealth being a part of the church in Philippi and serving the church
Mary— Jesus’ mother who submitted herself to God’s will, submitted herself to the scorn of her peers, who trusted the Lord to fulfill His promises and whose soul was pierced with a sword
The strength of godly wives who submit though their flesh and curse is contrary— the strength of women who order their homes, are humble, are helpers, are mothers, are servers, are menders, are teachers, are caregivers, are sellers and makers, are students of our Lord.
Don’t confuse gentleness for weakness; nor tenderness for a lack of strength.
Women are strong.
And it’s not because of tent spikes.
@heathxledger gets it
Not so long ago, another Christian on here shared an article about the "problems" with the Chosen. Now, I fully believe and support thinking critically about the media we consume, especially for something depicting the life of Christ. That being said, I'd like to offer some thoughts of my own about some of the most commonly cited "problems" with the series. (I ended up referencing the above article in most points, but almost all of them I have see elsewhere as well. That article was just an easy frame of reference.) I'm not here to convince anyone to watch it; I'd just like to offer an alternate perspective for anyone who is willing to listen and think critically.
As a disclaimer: no, this show is not flawless. It's a flawed show made by flawed people doing their best. There are times I take issue with it myself. There are valid criticisms. The ones below are, quite simply, ones that I believe are not.
Buckle up; this is going to be a long one.