That night we sang, danced, prayed, and feasted together. That was the second time our Russian friend had us over at her place, 910 Pershing Avenue. She lived with two other students. One is Chinese-American and the other one is Caucasian American. In the car, ten minutes before my two Canadian friends and I arrived … Continue reading 910 Pershing Avenue
It seems like yesterday I held you in my arms and sang a lullaby for you.
”I’ve trodden a long journey, are you a home for me?”
...they will explain the down-to-earth attitude he had resulting from the perilous battles of mind and soul he fought disciplinarily. He ushered me into the world of noble concepts and abstraction that stimulated my imagination beyond the material world.
In hindsight, I see I had experienced something deep and transcendent about community.
So, this is a story about a triumph: a triumph of grace.
More often, I readily sense God’s love in the state of destituteness and brokenness. Not in prosperity nor a triumph.
Electrified, I found those particular pieces from Jesus’ sermon very powerful in a way I never had before.
Thankfully, the reality is not as somber as Anderson’s Magnolia. There’s more to the human story. In a redeemed life, bitterness is the past; brokenness is mended; wounds are healed; and the beauty is restored.
The East will never become the West... But somehow, we made it! We raced to the male rest room, took our shirts off, and put them under the hand dryers.
As the world is getting more enmity with the superiority claims of truth, this is the right time to display the beauty of the gospel which is gentle and liberating.