So often times it happens, that we life our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key.
( I wonder if Mr. Henley ever discovered that Jesus Christ is in fact, the key)
A live body is not one that never gets hurt, but one that can to some extent repair itself.In the same waya Christian is not man who never goes wrong, but a man who is abled to repent andpick himself up and begin over again after each stumble-because the Christ-life is inside him, repairing him all the time, enabling him to repeat (in some degree) the kind of voluntary death which Christ Himself carried out.
There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere. Of course, I had always known He was, but this time I felt it, I realized it, the way a person realizes they are hungry or thirsty. The knowledge of God seeped out of my brain and into my heart. I imagined Him looking down on this earth, half angry because His beloved mankind had cheated on Him, had committed adultery, and yet hopelessly in love with her, drunk with love for her.
(Donald Miller is the person who clarified for me what I had always know. Faith and belief is more a matter of the heart than the brain. You can believe all the right things in in your head and not know God or have faith.)
It makes you wonder if guys like John the Evangelist and Paul and Moses wouldn’t look at our systematic theology charts, our lists and mathematical formulas,and scratch their heads to say “well, it’s technically true, it just isn’t meaningful.
(Editor’s comment: like microsoft help, which is technically correct and practically useless, editors comment)