I read a thought-provoking article by the Crimson from 2014, called The Gates Within. It is a few years old, but the same issues described by the article remain. I am jotting down some thoughts in response to it. More
Years ago, I was working in a lab next to a colleague and having casual conversation when he found out that I was a Christian. To my surprise, the first question he asked was: Do you believe in creation? More
Ezekiel 3:1-4 Then He said to me, Son of man, eat what you find; eat this scroll, and go, speak to the house of Israel. So I opened my mouth, and He gave me that scroll to eat. More
The door whispers shut behind, now I am wholly before the books. How many are there? I’m not sure, but it is at least enough to fill several trucks. They sit patiently along the aisles, each pressed against another, side by side and shelf upon shelf, withholding their pages and paragraphs and words until the right moment. More
I use my swiftest footwork to weave through the waves of walkers, brushing a little too close against aimless pedestrians, all the while avoiding puddles and mysterious stains on the uneven sidewalk bricks. Then there it is. Its name in aged, golden letters, lighting up the way. More
Trendy burger joints and cafés and bars at every turn, all overcrowded. Tourists and their buses always in the way. Occasional whiff of pot. And bad street performances, by bad street musicians. Can’t get away from them in the Square.
It makes the eyes tired and the muscles tense. Time to find a way through.
Rev. 3:8 I know your works; behold, I have put before you an opened door which no one can shut, because you have a little power and have kept My word and have not denied My name.