Inkblots and missing puzzle pieces

Inkblots and missing puzzle pieces

So, how’s it going? There’s a loaded question. When someone asks that I review my options. Let’s see– do I say fine and be done with it? No, they know enough about things to know they’re not fine. Do I say what I say to some friends who sort of know me but I’m not sure need any more information than they already have? Something like, Oh, I pick up my cross daily and pray I can surrender to His will. That’s the cover answer for “I actually feel that life, especially in the church, looks like an inkblot on some psych doctor’s card that should be a pretty floral arrangement or something, but to me resembles a splattered mess.” Nope..can’t say that. I could say what I would say to my sister, who knows...

From desert to orchard to forest

How thankful I am for the Easter season which calls our attention to the hidden work of the Holy Spirit, the breath of life which comes upon us in wind and fire. What is born of the Spirit is spirit. ( John 3:7-8) Jesus says to Nicodemus, we must be born from above. The wind of the Spirit blows where it wills. You can hear the sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it’s going:   After Baptism, the Spirit leads the believer wherever he chooses, (like the wind blowing).   Nicodemus is confused because these Christian truths go far beyond the Jewish faith.   The early Church easily understands them and gladly explains them to the world.  Jesus’ heavenly role as Son of Man goes beyond Baptism and the Spirit’s indwelling.  ...