The Lord led us to move from Colorado to the Bronx one year before coming to Italy. We really didn’t know why. We only knew it was right. Only later did we see that that move was but the first step in a long series of the Lord’s leading. Yet the move filled me withContinue reading “God’s Dog and Overcoming Fear”
I would imagine that most (or at least many) Christ-followers have at least heard of John Stott, well-known for his godly writings which greatly influenced the global church. But he was perhaps most remembered as the pastors’ pastor, loved for his humble simplicity. Two things, however, stand out in particular for me.
Change is often unexpected and unwanted, and comes when we least expect it. Which I think we’ve all come to see through the Covid pandemic. None of us could have expected it or the changes it’s brought to our lives and world.
That palace, it struck both fear and awe into the heart of the young woman passing near its gates. The opulence and magnificence of its halls well-known throughout the land. Not that she, of course, would ever see inside.
Do you love espresso? I sure do. What would you expect? I’ve lived in Italy over 30 years! But how would you like an espresso faith? Not in the sense of being fast and easy, because a life of real faith is never a life with no problems.
Italy’s streets and piazzas are usually full of people, even in the evenings. But with the lockdown all that has changed. A ghostly calm and quiet has settled on the strangely unpeopled streets and towns.
Tomorrow is the big day. I go in for cataract surgery, which I’m not especially looking forward to. Regaining sight in that eye, sure I look forward to that. But the rest? I’m not especially keen on shots and incisions in my eyeball!
It snuck up quietly, a little at a time. That’s the way some things happen. And we’re unaware until it’s too late (or almost). Like with my eyesight. I was convinced I could see. But truth is, I was going blind.