I know a man who is fighting to live in order to be there for his wife. His struggle, pain, and uncertainty are deeply courageous, but also scary.

When physics seems inexorable, then believing in the deus ex machina makes a person look pretty crazy..

But I am not talking about Aeschylus or even Plutarch, I am talking about Jesus.

He doesn’t need to save a weak plot with a contrived entrance, and he does very incisively predict his own return.

I want to “pray deeper.” I want to pray the way I swim, respirate, or walk up a hill.

I want to spend the time I have imploring God to do impossible things now and forever after.

I need to keep my eyes on Jesus. He is the God Who Saves.