It has been over two weeks since I have been here. In that time, life has taken an unexpected turn, both ugly and beautiful.
I have never used this blog to work through the details of my family life, and this new shift will be handled no differently. God is carrying me more generously than I could ever have imagined, and while the pains are sharper, His confirmation that I am walking as He would have me walk is plentiful.
I hope to be back on later this evening to share some of the things He has been whispering despite (and through) the roaring storm.
Thank you for your prayers. I pray that your Holy Week will be a profound experience of Him for each of you.
Eva
Suzanne DeWitt Hall's blog highlighting the idea of a theology of desire, featuring the writing of great minds along with her own humble efforts at exploring the hunger for God. (Note: Most of this blog was written under Suzanne's nom de couer "Eva Korban David".)
Showing posts with label Betrayal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Betrayal. Show all posts
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, October 17, 2008
On betrayal
I've been thinking about betrayal.
I'm feeling betrayed and trying to enter into thankfulness that God allows me to share minutely in what Christ experienced. I can be with him in the garden as Judas approaches, and can listen to Peter's denial from his place of warmth by the fire.
And then I ponder my own betrayals and how much more like Judas I am than like Christ, and how hypocritical I am to feel wronged. I think about how Christ is betrayed every hour, every minute, and every second of every day.
And I am somewhat humbled, though not enough.
I'm feeling betrayed and trying to enter into thankfulness that God allows me to share minutely in what Christ experienced. I can be with him in the garden as Judas approaches, and can listen to Peter's denial from his place of warmth by the fire.
And then I ponder my own betrayals and how much more like Judas I am than like Christ, and how hypocritical I am to feel wronged. I think about how Christ is betrayed every hour, every minute, and every second of every day.
And I am somewhat humbled, though not enough.
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