Like most people I have the most clarity in the morning. Literally in the first fifteen minutes, lying in bed, life makes sense, my delusions fall away, and I believe, perhaps more than I will for the rest of the day, in God. I don’t know what it is about morning. I’m sure it can all be explained through brain chemistry. The only other time I get that feeling of clarity is when I hear the gospel. I’m not talking about the gospel of Jesus you get on religious television, or the gospel presented that is really more about the person presenting than the gospel itself. I’m talking about the intrinsic idea there is something beautiful about life, but it’s not quite right. And the idea God is somehow making it right, and I can somehow be a part of that through a relationship with Jesus. This absurdity makes sense to me every time I hear it. And it hasn’t stopped making sense to me, though I’ve gone through waves of cynicism. Paul says the wisdom of God is the foolishness of man. And I can see both the foolishness and truth in the gospel. I’ve wanted to disassociate from [...]
