Church that morning was sweet - getting to see a new friend baptized at a church plant that I've seen to be fiercely loving and intimately intentional to speak the gospel over the body of Christ and the locals. Then I had the pleasure of being invited into a family's home, and celebrating their company and semantics as dearly as I would have my own.
Something has been brewing. Again. Somewhere after the pastels and pastor's echoing voices. I've been thinking about death some more.
I prodigiously believe that Jesus exemplifies our life and death. How to live by killing sin, killing self, and seeking abundance in the only full One. And I've seen in the Word more and more that trials are not seasons. They're orthodox in every way. Suffering and unknowns are not intended to make us pedantic; rather, they are pedestrian. We run with limps. We follow through fog.
Even when earthquakes shake the world thousands of miles away, and we feel helpless once again for the obvious signs of loss and pain. Nepal's tragedy hurts. So we cling to the faithful One; we continue loving Him who loves us though we do not understand. We love our neighbors by giving out of our abundance, and we pray.
The LORD upholds all who are falling
And raises up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look to you,
Ad you give them their food in due season.
You open your hand;
You satisfy the desire of every living thing.
The LORD is righteous in all his ways
And kind in all his works.
The LORD is near to all who call on him,
To all who call on him in truth.
Psalm 145: 14-18
