A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would be a lunatic— on a level with a man who says he is a poached egg— or else he would be the devil of Hell. You must make a choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come up with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
—C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
As I left for work this morning, I turned back to get my hooded jacket from its hook in the closet, to shield me from the rain as best it could. Felt a little like David Dunn, and that's not a bad thing.
(the real secrets are farther back)
The top of the Seattle skyline was engulfed in cloudgrey. I love those mornings.
Chapter three. More players on the board. Keep showing up and seeing what happens. Be dedicated to learning what it means to be faithful to Jesus, to doing what love requires. Vigilance, discipline, courage.