Anarchism adjures us to be bold creative artists, and care for no laws or limits. But it is impossible to be an artist and not care for laws and limits. Art is limitation; the essence of every picture is the frame.
— G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
The kingdom of heaven is available for other uses than those that are sometimes thought to be distinctively spiritual. As with the mustard seed grown into a tree, the birds come and perch in its branches. Did the tree grow for the sake of the birds, or did the birds avail themselves of the hospitality of the tree? It is even so with the kingdom of heaven. Whatever is true has a right to be in the church—all art and science, all business and literature, all recreation and joy. Do not banish these sacred birds from the branches of the church tree, for they are all God’s, and if they do not receive hospitality in the church, they will find it elsewhere, and the church will be the loser in the long run.
— Joseph Parker
Best missionary newsletters ever. Brian Donohue sends these Cuirim Outreach postcards once a month. Usually comprised of exactly one picture and a recent story condensed into one or two sentences. I always read them with a smile and often post them on the fridge.
Poetry is sane because it floats in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite… The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.
— G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
Saw this ad for the first time today. I cried. It reminded me once again that love, not fear, is the best way to motivate someone toward making a decision that is for his own good.
Keep alert, stand firm in your faith, be courageous, be strong. Let all you do be done in love.
— 1 Cor 16:13
I am beginning to understand that life is not so much a search for answers, as it is a search for clearings.
If Lucy die, maybe Jesus make Lucy again.
— My three-year old theologian
Being present in parenting
Much of my life at home feels obligatory. It is, in reality, a life more beautiful than most can dream. But for me, many times, I am using brunt-force willpower to go through the motions of things that should flow from natural joy: making pancakes, play time with the girls, talking to my wife. There are occasional moments where I am fully present, where the delightful reality of my life rushes upon my senses and flushes away duty like a clog gets flushed from a drainpipe. But those moments are the exception; I want them to be the rule.
So why does it feel like I am just going through the motions? Perhaps it’s because I’m busy dreaming about that window of free time where I can do what I want to do. Which is what? Answer some email? Feel the burning pressure of trying to write a song I’m happy with for more than a few minutes? Be frozen in indecision over what to do with my free time?
Where has the joy gone?
The joy of life can only be recovered by receiving my calling to be a parent. I have to continually remind myself that it is as glorious and spiritual calling as any other. My problem is that I have developed a habit of thinking that my calling is elsewhere, that real life is found somewhere other than where I am, that if I had just a little more free time I could somehow do something that would fill this hole in my heart. But that simply isn’t true. All of life is in Jesus. And right now, while the girls are little, hands-on parenting is a large percentage of my life.
Lord, I receive this calling as gift. For what a gift it is, especially with the delights that are our daughters. Only You, not any activity, can bring meaning to life. Only a deep, beyond-reason understanding of Your approval can put my aching heart at ease. Thank You that because of Jesus-in-me I, too, am Your beloved son in whom You are well pleased.
Part of enjoying parenting is allowing myself the grace not to live up to my own ideals. The more the ideal picture of myself weighs upon me the less I am able to naturally live up it. But if I allow myself the freedom not to be that ideal, if I live under the grace of God, I then through divine paradox naturally become more of who I want to be. That may mean in practice that the girls watch more shows than I’d like, eat things that can’t be sold at Whole Foods, read Barbie instead of Bible. But it also means in practice that I am more at ease with them and with myself, thankful instead of dutiful, gracious instead of demanding.
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As a kid we used to sing that song “this is the day.” I’ve been singing those words lately to various new melodies and yesterday with help from G.K. Chesterton and Psalm 118 (what a great Psalm) it gelled into a song.
This is the day the Lord has made
I will rejoice and be glad in it
This is the day…This is the day…The Lord has made
The Lord waits for the break of dawn
Like a child waits to be spun
He does not tire of repetition
But takes delight in each new morning
(Chorus)
I will not die, no, I shall live
to proclaim the work God did
Open wide those righteous gates
That I may enter and give thanks
