Come remember your sins are forgiven. Ash Wednesday. 7 p.m.
I have not even begun to love the world as the Father loves the world: a love that loves all that Love has made before we loved him.
While we were strangers and wandering after false gods, Christ lays his life down for the life of the world because the Father loves us from before he made the stars.
I have not even begun to love as Love loves.
This conviction settled on me this evening, listening to Pearl Jam’s “Sirens” in a 4x4 with my kids, Eddie Vedder’s not-entirely-hopeless lament accompanying our trek across melting snow.
There are many things in this world that bring delight, affection, awe and joy: the laughter of children, a sun that crowns tree tops with gold or the sky with flame, a well-played violin or banjo, the fragrance of honeysuckle vine on the night air, the feel of clay underfoot, the texture and taste of an orange, the sacred geometry of a snowflake, the company of friends.