I've been sick since Sunday. Aside from the obvious reflection on my own mortality--which would not be an incorrect application--it occurs to me that oftentimes a great mercy of God to take away a certain willfulness is to make us not able to really will anything at all. Is that funny? I think so. It's also true, in this case. It's another spin on, "My power is made perfect in weakness," and I will take it.
It brings me joy to write that, and even more, to think about it. If I may say, those crazy saints asking to suffer sound more like the normal ones every day.
Sports is an ingenious vehicle to prevent humans from killing each other more routinely. It's also a picture of the Good News. How many great comebacks started with something that seemed innocuous or inconsequential? All of them, right? When I am weak, then I am strong. You could say it's counter-intuitive, but with the eyes of faith, it becomes intuitive. With the eyes of faith formed by love, it becomes welcome.
It brings me joy to write that, and even more, to think about it. If I may say, those crazy saints asking to suffer sound more like the normal ones every day.
Sports is an ingenious vehicle to prevent humans from killing each other more routinely. It's also a picture of the Good News. How many great comebacks started with something that seemed innocuous or inconsequential? All of them, right? When I am weak, then I am strong. You could say it's counter-intuitive, but with the eyes of faith, it becomes intuitive. With the eyes of faith formed by love, it becomes welcome.
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