I live on. Which means it might be too soon to make the call. But to date, it rates as the trip of a lifetime. Mom and dad took their kids and grandkids, ages five to 76, to Ireland—15 of us, for one glorious week. Odes to the Irish Éire was a muse. Words flowed….
I watch the Olympics with an eye for greatness AND for humiliity. I watch the games to marvel at human exceptionalism, to stoke my patriotism, and to worship the God of people and nations.
And to what it looks like to abound. To abound with humility.
C.S. Lewis said that
“Humility isn’t thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less.”
When any Olympic legend pauses to pray and thank God on a world stage, I see humility.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you, in whose hearts are the highways. As they go through the Valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; the early rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion. —Psalm 84:5-7 (ESV) That was…
These Long, Hard-Pressed Days I didn’t come into Advent knowing it would squish me like Flat Stanley. This of all weeks, I thought it would come easy. I didn’t know I would have to take joy. My workload has been heavier than any month is the past 20 years. I turned off the lights at…