"Screwtape reveals a powerful tool for distraction: 'The horror of the Same Old Thing is one of the most valuable passions we [demons] have produced in the human heart--an endless source of heresies in religion, folly in counsel, infidelity in marriage, and inconstancy in friendship. The humans live in time, and experience reality successively. To… Continue reading The Horror of the Same Old Thing
Author: my heart's overflow
cleansing Judas
The evening sun was low in the sky as the men finished their meal, dipping bread into the oil after breaking it. They sat in a spacious room upstairs, set in the middle of the city, and after a long day, they could finally rest here together. A cool breeze blew in from the back… Continue reading cleansing Judas
a humble heart
I can't get this old woman out of my head. She stands in front of her flattened house, describing to a local news reporter how she survived the impact of Moore, Oklahoma's recent devastating tornado. Minutes into the interview, one of the crew spots her little terrier underneath a crumpled bed frame. "Thank you, God,"… Continue reading a humble heart
when hearts hurt
There is a heaviness in my heart that has been there for days now. It seems that the nation is feeling it--maybe even the entire world has stopped to hang a head down and squeeze eyes shut and let the tears come. It was the horror at Newtown, Connecticut that not long ago cast a… Continue reading when hearts hurt
a heart that beats
It happens to me often. Lying in bed in the dark and quiet, usually at the end of a long day, perfectly still for the first time in hours--it catches my attention. Badum. Badum. Badum. It's my heart. Beating. Steady rhythm and buried. When I look closely, I can see it pulsing underneath the skin.… Continue reading a heart that beats