Stop the nonstop.
Wait. Breathe.
Be still and know that He is God.
Not an easy sell to busy minds. Crowded calendars. Never-ending notifications.
But necessary.
Needful.
Stop the nonstop.
Wait. Breathe.
Be still and know that He is God.
Not an easy sell to busy minds. Crowded calendars. Never-ending notifications.
But necessary.
Needful.
Jesus knows roots.
Fig tree. On the road to Jerusalem. Cursed by Jesus for its fruitlessness. “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.”
Not even fig-bearing season, the disciples note. But they’re listening.
And we are too. Wondering. Pondering.
Exiles in Babylon.
God’s Word to them felt deeply personal to us. During a particularly violent and unsettling season.
People were leaving our city. Families sent back to their home countries. Anti-American sentiment had ramped up more than ever.
Should we leave?
At one point my dad—who never, ever tried to interfere or direct us in any way—wrote “In my daily Bible study I keep seeing the words, ‘Flee Babylon…flee Babylon.” (Jeremiah 49:30; 50:8,16; 51:6)