Recently I’ve had a hard time praying with words. It’s been one of those seasons when words just aren’t enough—they seem trite and uninspired, and they just don’t get at the heart of what I’m trying to say to the Lord.
A lot of phrases have been used to describe the blog of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship in the past. Dominant. Other-worldly. Best-ever. Chiseled. 6’8”. Body of a linebacker. Long wingspan. Crazy hops. Freak athle—no, wait, hang on, that’s LeBron James. Never mind.
As we mentioned last week, Lent begins with Ash Wednesday on February 13, the day after Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday!). All around the world, millions of Christians will participate in a church service or liturgy that somberly underscores our mortality as creatures and our sinfulness as human beings.
One month ago today, as I stood on the Dome floor at Urbana 12 and filled the orange World Vision bag with bars of soap, latex gloves, washcloths, and anti-bacterial cream, I thought about my sister-in-law Rachel.
I have two daughters. One is four years old, and the other will be two in March. Most nights, at least one of them will wake up needing a bottle or a diaper-change or comfort from a bad dream. And rare is the day when my wife and I get to sleep in past 6:00 a.m.