for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Missing the Point, and Glimpses of Hope

One of the questions I get asked the most by teenagers is “Why did God allow evil to enter the world?” It’s a great question – one that I sometimes try to answer, while other times I recognize my complete inability to even address the topic. Free will. Our ability to choose. The choice to love. The effects of sin. There are so many ways we can answer this. Yet all of these answers seem inadequate, especially when we are in the midst of experiencing that evil. We know who God

Not even a sparrow falls…

I’ve been praying a lot at the piano these days. Sometimes it’s the only way I know how to pray. Last night a friend’s husband unexpectedly passed away, leaving her alone with their two young children. Another friend is processing what life looks like for her and her husband one month after the death of their 21-month daughter. And it is the one year anniversary of my uncle’s death. I am angry. It isn’t fair. There is something fundamentally wrong about a person dying young.

Thoughts on Life and the Love of God

My thoughts are a jumble these days. I have one quarter left before I graduate. I have no idea where I will be working and praying that God bring me to a good place. I’m moving tomorrow and frantically packing up my house. I’m preaching tonight at youth group about Jesus feeding the 5000. I still need to proofread an issue of a certain magazine by Sunday. The boys downstairs playing ball yell anyounghaseyo and anyoungee kehseyo every time I walk downstairs with another box an