My decisions on what (single) project to undertake next should always come down to where my proclivities, desires, joys, happiness, what enjoy doing and can get happily lost in doing meets up with the supreme joy of others and the pleasure of God.
Give to those who ask of you doesn’t apply merely to money. It also applies to time, and it’s a fine guiding principle to those who ask to hang out with me.
That’s the first time I’ve gone without a meal in years. First of all, thank you, God, for Your plentiful provision. Second, whew, I’m a little light-headed.
How do you decide between living an ordinary life extraordinarily (i.e., what I’m attempting with my status quo) and making extraordinary choices that lead to living in extraordinary circumstances (e.g., moving to Fishtown). The latter calls, but very indistinctly.
John 4 also prompts me to ask: Are there people I keep distant from merely because they’re different from me?
You can’t, perhaps, get living water without letting Jesus dig deep into your soul.
“When you come back to life after death, it’s sort of like God pushed you out of His tummy.”
— Sullivan, unprompted
Hmmm…how can I go to seminary and then put that learning into good use?…
Leviticus and Numbers tell me not that God is merciless, but rather that His bodily condescension at Christmas and Calvary is sublimely loving.
“But Dad, what is God? What is he? Is he just a big huge blump of air?”
— Sullivan, overhearing Carla and me talk about God’s kingdom
“Excuse me, Daddy. God didn’t make this dinner. Mommy did! So, thank you, Mommy, for making this good dinner.”
— Sullivan, after Scott says grace
RE: bin Laden’s death: If God doesn’t take any pleasure in the death of the wicked, neither then shall I.
Light pollution is a theological issue. 🚀 🌎
[while listening to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley]
Sullivan: What are “every little things”?
Carla: Just everything. Everything’s gonna be alright.
Sullivan: God. ‘Cos he makes badness into…into…love-ness. He’s a nice guy.
One of several times I’ve imagined myself confronting Perry Babb:
“I have to be honest with you, Perry: I don’t think you’re an apostle, and until you’re willing to discuss the possibility that I’m right, chit-chatting seems a little disingenuous.”