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Springtime in Kansas City with Don.
Kyla, you always talk about how you haven’t met Don yet. All I’m saying is, Bethany is eating chicken-n-waffles with him. What’s the hold up?!?
If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn’t cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn’t tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you’d seen. The truth is, you wouldn’t remember that movie a week later, except you’d feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.
But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won’t make a story meaningful, it won’t make a life meaningful either.
(via acceptandembrace)
Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via etreintrepide)
This is one of my favorites :)
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Jason has been practicing drawing “The Bridge” on napkins at Tortugas.
On the left you see the illusions of Hope and Change that man can reach God on his own terms. But the cactus is a clear indication that it’s just a dry desert. No matter how hard man tries to jump across the chasm, the divide of sin is always too big. Sin and death are the only result. Christ’s sacrifice on the cross is the only way to bridge the gap.
I have trouble with ministry gimicks like this. It has definitely been effective at helping people better understand the necessity of Christ’s intercession, but it paints an inanimate, incomplete picture of Christ. But, afterall, how can you even begin to trace the fingerprint of the divine creator on a 3x5 tissue?
My Jesus is not a bridge to walk over to get to Heaven. My Jesus is a living breathing man and Son of God who laughed, loved, cried, and died for all of us. But the story doesn’t end there…
Read Don Miller’s Relevant Magazine article here about dumbing down the Gospel.
“Being friends with David was an uneven deal. You could not love him like he loved you.”
—Donald Miller on his unusual mentor
Night of May//Matthew Case
They sing really pretty in the early spring sun.
They sing really pretty even if there is just one.
Hues of orange bleed into blue, and blue into red.
Pedals fit for a crown to grace your head.
Evening turns to dark and dark to midnight.
They sing really pretty even when out of sight.
It is then that the heavenly winds play their colored strings
But those sleeping at night don’t know of such things.
For flowers are really pretty during the day.
But are even more gorgeous in the night of May.
(pic via @donmilleris)
