https://www.adoptuskids.org/_app/child/searchpResults.aspx
These beautiful young people represent a fraction of the 400,000 children in foster care.
Please read their stories and pray that they would know each day how precious they are.
https://supreme.justia.com/cases/federal/us/410/113/
Everyone should read this case and the raw testimony in
Where was it?
A stretch of Texas road, a small bridge near San Antonio.
There was a diminutive flood marker—five feet.
I have kept thinking about flood markers, the way they tell us what we cannot see beneath the rising waters.
Yesterday I wondered what we would do if the numbers were more metaphysical than material—travel past this spot and know that this is bottomless, an endless darkness.
Matthew 16:1-4 KJV
[1] The Pharisees also with the Sadducees came, and tempting desired him that he would shew them a sign from heaven. [2] He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red. [3] And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times? [4] A wicked and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given unto it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas. And he left them, and departed.
I was driving in the car on what felt like a time-consuming and futile errand when the song lyrics from the Charity Gayle song I Believe caught my attention—
Coming back for a spotless bride
I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty spotty. The image I have in my head is of a woman dressed in a previously glistening gown which was once pristine, but she has been mucking through the wildfire- and flood-prone slog of Christian life (see James 1) of trying to do what she is supposed to, and in the process, cleaning up feces and having it occasionally flung at her. More mud-based and covered than spotless.
Jesus has always been the God of tautologies and paradoxes. Faith is the spotless bride. Faith and the call to be washed in the blood of the Lamb.
I do not exactly know how the muddied, bloodied, messed up Bride of Christ will emerge spotless, but I know that “the servant is not above the Master.”
Jesus was broken for his bride, why should we not be broken for him?
He is worthy of it all, and
Tend your lamps, girls
He is coming back soon.
Carrying Light 