The Father has a plan and a time. Neither correlates with your plans or your timing.
Proponents won’t agree, but it’s the philosophy of the snake handler, and it comes from the New Testament story of Paul visiting Malta.
But here’s a gentle beef. Gentle because it’s a human thing, and I’m a human, too: we seek out stories that argue for our belief.
Another crumb falls from the table. Hurry to catch it before the dog does.
I’m not sure how to match the upside-down world with the one I live in where profit, celebrity, and shouting are measures of success.
So, let’s remember…no, let’s forge a new perspective:
No real news channel gives a hoot about teacher Beth Moore or about anything Christian other than what a bunch of dopes we are, but this big-haired Southern maven was caught red-handed at an Episcopal Church service. Some intrepid soul has even released photos of her smiling and helping with the service.
Modern readers can struggle with the prose, and Tolstoy, like most Russian authors, takes his sweet time to develop the story.
I continued to read Catholic theology, and I still think something wonderful happens at Mass, something quiet, without words, something that slips in between prayers when you’re not expecting it.
I didn’t think my dying would be ‘nothing’ to my family and looked at the leg and then at Jesus. “Man,” I said, and shook my head. “Did you see them when I was in the hospital?