Kelsi is a freelance writer who writes for nonprofits and small businesses all over the world. She is currently pursuing an M.A. in Reformation Studies from Concordia University Irvine. She lives with her husband, Doug, in Dallas, Texas.
This blog is a part of our Advent series on the hope we find in, through and given by Christ. Each week’s installment will look at hope from a different perspective with special emphasis on corresponding passages of Scripture.
As creatures enshrouded in the concept of time, we tend to like the idea of clearly delineated dates. We mark our years and our lives through important events that happen to us or have happened to our forebearers throughout history.
I am the queen of “good works.” I grew up doing my chores early so I could find extra to-do's around the house. I never missed curfew. I received straight As. I volunteered more during my first two years of college than I took credited hours of classes. My first job out of college was with a nonprofit
Do you ever wake up with the weight of your insufficiencies bearing down on you? You sense the reality that you aren’t good enough, smart enough, beautiful enough, or successful enough just as your eyes flutter open.
These passages are not the simple commands of some rabbi or wise teacher instructing us to distinguish ourselves from sparrows and ravens. This is the very Word of God - present since the beginning of time - reminding us that our comfort is to be found in Him - in His actions, His love, and His grace.
No one tells you when you get married that you are also marrying a whole new set of family traditions. Maybe it’s meant to be implicitly understood.
The sun beats down on the three as they hang on the hill. It smells of sweat, blood and dirt, of sour wine and urine. This is the stench of life pitted against the panic of death.
Why do I exist and to what end is my existence? I can trace many of my greatest concerns in life back to this question. Normally, my anxieties and worries are far more shallow and insubstantial and include things like, how skilled of a writer am I?
Dodge a bus and cross the busy Waikiki Way, head southeast on Westlands Road and then turn left on Chiromo Lane, and there I would find the blind man.
“Question everything,” my generation has been told. To many millennials, doubting any information passed down to us comes as second nature. This characteristic gives us courage to ask hard questions and assurance that the answers won’t break any exterior system we’ve constructed.