Hunger

At times I wonder if I, if all of us, are anything more than our hunger. I sometimes worry that underneath our pleasantries, cultures, virtues, faith, and even love there is simply our ambition to fill ourselves. Some appetites may appear more nobel than others, but is there fundamentally a difference? Is there anything beyond our desire to be, and not only exist but also be affirmed in that existence by others?

This worry comes from watching the people in the public eye of my country, from seeing beyond the words of those around me, and from feeling the currents beneath the surface of my own heart. I had a friend once tell me she felt like I was double-minded. Her comment troubled me for a while because I could sense that she was right. But I’ve come to believe that we’re all double-minded. Continue reading

Merry Advent and Happy New Year

I’m currently reading a book by Miroslav Volf called Allahwhich seeks to answer the question of whether the focus of Christian and Muslim devotion (namely God) is the same. I’ve enjoyed the book so far because it forces me to realize I’m not the only person in the world, and that my perspective (regardless of whether it’s right) is not the only one. Over the past couple of years, it has been in these moments of realization that I have encountered God most intimately. And the God I encounter is not “my” God, but rather it’s the God of the heavens and the earth, the God that spoke light out from the face of the deep, the God that breaths life into the diverse colors of creation, the God that answered Job out of the whirlwind, the God that is seeking to establish a shalom for the world to enjoy, the God that is One, the God that is coming. Continue reading