Some may say, “It’s your choice to be single.” All I can say it, “You are right!” But it is not that simple. Behind their words I hear a suggestion that the relational garden is ripe for the picking and I need only stretch out my hand to eat. Thus …
It has been a very hot summer in Saint Louis, and I love it. Something about the heat feels good. 100% and I have the window down. I have spent much of this summer writing my dissertation and am closing in on the finish line. When I am not writing, …
All of us have strongly held ideas about love and relational closeness. And it seems that most of these ideas were formed deep in us before we could understand them. We all have been influenced by brokenness in our most crucial relationships from birth and have been shaped by the world around us that function as if things can go on without God. But no matter. Many of us still act as if our persuasions are so reliable that they can be taken for granted.
I believe that waiting is good exercise, and that patience is born of delay. Waiting is good exercise unless it spoils and rots through bitterness. It is good exercise unless the trust we earlier spoke, and the faith we professed were by our own hidden conditions limited to the good times, or constrained to our own finite understanding.