There is a Cross from which He hung, so you can have a ladder that reaches up back to Heaven; Your one step up so you can enjoy this gift of rest --- This gift of being.
What then is our “calling”? Can I summarise God’s calling on my life in such a concise statement? Are we also not called to plunder hell and populate heaven?
Christmas begins at Creation --- because it was Love that founded the firmaments.
What's messing you up right now --- isn't what matters. What matters is that nothing can mess you out of the mark of His love.
So what are we hoping for this Christmas? What are we longing for beyond the craze of commercialized Christmas, and looking forward to, before the year turns its other corner?
I don’t pretend to get it: how our world is just a tiny weeny dot in the Milky Way, or how it's just one of the 10 trillion planetary systems of the known universe and more, or that it's a mere millionth fraction of the mass of the Sun. And we may not understand it too, how there is a good Father who controls and stays in charge of everything, whether they're jeopardy or jubilee in our life.
What the doctor had written in ink, I didn’t have the power to write over it. But on the blank canvas of my inside, there stands an invitation to write my story to a different ending.