Welcome In The Name Of The Father, Son, And Holy Spirit
“ Cancer, and cancer, and cancer. My mother, my father, my wife. I wonder who is next in the queue.”
Yesterday my Resplendent Bride passed from the imperfect to the perfect.
Leonard Cohen once sang these words:
My Resplendent Bride’s arch nemesis returned this weekend: mouth sores.
My Resplendent Bride’s parents came up from St. Louis for Danielle’s transplant and stuck around like macchiato whip on a hipster’s face forest.
Today at 2:30, Lord willing, medical professionals shall unfreeze bone marrow some selfless young fellow gave to a stranger. These cells shall be transplanted into my Resplendent Bride’s dying body, whereupon, Lord willing, they shall happily take up residence and flourish: bringing forth new life.
Last week Pastor John MacArthur of Grace Community Church held a theological symposium on the work of the Holy Spirit.
What do we do when we know in our heads that God is good, and that God is love (because His Son proves His love without a doubt by being nailed to the cross for our evil deeds and thoughts), but still can’t rouse ourselves out of the dumps to care?