I lament the troubled times. So much opportunity for despair is swirling around now. But today the end of Krysta Tippett’s Becoming Wise sheds some light into the darkness as it radiates the earmark of a good book – the frustration in knowing I have to put it down and move on to another. Still, this gem:
“We often don’t quite trust that rebirth will follow the deaths of what we thought we knew. We sense that somehow what comes next is up to us, but we’re not sure where to begin. Yet it is precisely in these moments when we let our truest, hardest questions rise up in our midst, allow their place among us, that we become able to live into them rather than away, and to do so together…. But I’ve seen that wisdom emerges precisely through those moments when we have to hold seemingly opposite realities in a creative tension and interplay: power and frailty, birth and death, pain and hope, beauty and brokenness, mystery and conviction, calm and buoyancy, mine and yours.”
She’s right of course, at least in my experiences she is right. Still, I lament trouble times. But there is light in the darkness. There is Hope. There is Grace.
It occurs to me... 