Every person has a context or framework of knowledge they use to understand the world around them. Some of these are more effective than others, and I continue looking into my past to see how the development of my own worldview has been largely centred on the three foundational assumptions I made in 2010
Emerging during the season of life I would describe as that of “un-knowing” all that I had previously held to be true, my Christian faith has languored under the persistence in this sort of state. In the process of change, it is sometimes essential to take apart what has been wrongly constructed, but the purpose of this deconstruction is so that something better might be put in place.My open mind toward knowledge and experience outside the bounds of childish constraints did not prove that I could know nothing, but rather that I knew nothing. I had been, in some way, deceived.
I relegated the power of this truth to the breadth of my belief rather than recognizing my belief is only one small part of a whole reality that they present.
Now instead of thinking that the word of God is true because I believe it, I am beginning to humbly recognize that I believe in something that is true, not by my own power but by the grace of God which is given to reveal the person of Jesus so that I can begin to be restored to the promises of history and the present and growing reality of the kingdom. This light has already begun to burst forth in my heart and its rays are casting tender shadows whose height I cannot even begin to comprehend. There is much more here than I had previously imagined.
I am starting to remember or at least to be vaguely aware of something that was, not so very long ago, and has since faded from my view. It is not that it disappeared, but perhaps I was not yet able to see it in its full color without spending some time away. Or perhaps I simply journeyed toward this destination by some other road than I needed to. In any case, I have come full circle once again to the fundamental questions that I asked myself back in 2009. As I sit here with my head throbbing from a...
There is a process through which sadness must go to become a thing of beauty. While it may arise from the exuberant release of undefined and unbounded goodness, beauty more often finds its source in the hope that such goodness is possible. It is this juxtaposition of chaos and its elusive resolution, which demonstrates most clearly that beauty is an ethereal process that knows neither beginning nor ending. Rather, beauty exists in the experience of a moment; not as it is, for that is bound to change; not as it could have been, for that will never be known; not...