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The worst thing about waking up from a coma, I think, would be finding out how much you missed. There’d be this block of time – days, weeks, months – that didn’t exist, like pages torn out of a book, and as thoroughly as people describe what you missed, it’d be a poor substitute […] Joy is a gift. […] Stop. Give up. Let go. Cut it out. Go limp. All are valid translations of the Hebrew word raphah, which begins Psalm 46:10. It’s a well-known verse, but I think it’s been misunderstood. The ESV translates it, “Be still, and know that I am God.” If you wanted, you could translate it, “lose heart.” […] I have a problem. l don’t know when problems aren’t mine. […] I haven’t written much lately, because I haven’t had much to say. The reason I haven’t had much to say isn’t that not much has happened, but rather, too much. […] Christopher Hitchens was afraid to die. Not of being dead, or maybe he was and I don’t know it, but Doug Wilson at Christianity Today shared something interesting when he wrote about Hitchens last week. Wilson’s article is full of respect for Hitchens, and says some important things about the relationship between Christians and atheists. […] This may not make much sense, I’m sorry. My grandmother died this week. It wasn’t a shock, but it hasn’t been easy, and I can’t seem to marshal my thoughts very well. eirene – Greek (noun): “peace” […] The thing you don’t hear about surgery is that it counts as trauma. Probably because the whole “cut open the body and fix the squishy things inside” part is bad enough. I haven’t experienced surgery myself, but hearing other people’s stories and poking around in medical science articles gives me some idea of […] Back when I was in high school, I remember being at someone’s house, playing volleyball in the yard (or attempting to play volleyball; I have since given up), and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sunset. Not that I can remember it specifically or anything, but it must have been beautiful […] |
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