Is there not more silence in our lives because we are afraid?

Afraid that when we aren’t talking, aren’t connected, aren’t piping in on conversations around tables, water coolers, comment boxes, aren’t messaging or emailing …. that we don’t matter. That we will be forgotten.

That we’ll become invisible.

And maybe more than anything else, we want to be seen, known.

My friend Teri Lynne has continued an excellent series of “big questions” – this week she ended her question of “Who Am I?” with a powerful personal testimony of finding authentic definition in Christ.

I don’t know your story … I barely remember parts of my own … but I know this … there is a God who looks down at you and me and what He sees is beautiful.    And He defines you authentically, perfectly, wonderfully.

I loved this post from Don Miller – “Every Good Story Must Endure Conflict.” I want to give a hearty “amen!” to his reflections on the damage done by sentimentalizing Scripture.  Doesn’t this sound like something I would say? :)

Each time I read the Bible I’m taken aback by how much we dilute the power of its stories with sentimentalism. The story of Noah and his Ark has been reduced to a Children’s story (a God-orchestrated massacre of all humanity) and the story of the Birth of Christ into a regal pageant complete with gifts and robed choirs of angels (A poor virgin and her new husband delivering a baby in a manger of a stable. Followed by an angry king slaughtering all children under two years old to try to kill off the Messiah.)

Thank you again for your prayer and patience this week.

I’m sure I’ll need some more in the next. :)