Ritual

The Lord bless you and keep you,

The Lord make His face shine upon you,

and give you peace, and give you peace, and give you peace forever

Tonight, like every night, I watch Violet try to find the best spot in her crib to curl up as we sing her to sleep. She tries several different positions before settling on her favorite; legs pulled up underneath her, head to the side, and on her stomach. We rub her back while crooning softly this Aaronic blessing that has been sung many times before over the past centuries. Rituals are important when they connect humanity with God and remind us of the bigger picture that we have only just now been painted into.

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Deep Thoughts

Tonight AJ and I were watching Scrubs. They were talking about death and how in the end…all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a good one.

What? How is “I wish for world hunger to end,” better than “Crap! I forgot to put my gas cap back on!

I can’t imagine life without any hope of heaven. If all we really boil down to is our own thoughts and our own self…that’s sad. It’s not that I refuse to believe this possibility, and protect my psyche with a hope for Heaven; I just happen to know there’s much more to life than this/here/now. Not hope…know.

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This is where I stand…

         My hope is built on nothing less
	than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
	I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
	but wholly lean on Jesus' name. 

	On Christ the solid rock I stand,
	all other ground is sinking sand;
	all other ground is sinking sand.

Text: Edward Mote, 1797-1874
Music: William B. Bradbury, 1816-1868

Thats where I stand...thats where I stand.
Today of all days, thats where I stand.
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news flash

No one deserves to have a baby. No one.  The enormity of potential is almost too much grace for one screwed-up individual like me to comprehend. What did I ever do right enough to deserve a chance like this? Being a parent is a huge vote of confidence from God–He knows I can do this. As I listen to her gurgle-coos in the playpen behind me as she attempts to lick the mesh walls, I am reminded of the many ways God steps in and crafts my story like an allegory of His own. The parent-child relationship holds too many similarities to Fatherhood of God that I see displayed throughout history and indeed my own life, for me not to be humbled and challenged by this new extension of Grace.

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