Portraits
in cozy weather
portraits 📷
I love being behind a lens. Particularly my 35mm in the crisp fall air. Some perspectives:
a confession & assurance
I love being part of a local church. But it has been refreshing to just be a visitor. To just receive. To enjoy the fruits of someone else’s labor, the flow of a thoughtful liturgy leading our hearts and imaginations to look further up and further in. Yesterday’s confession:
Father, teach us not to sin with such abandon. We do it all so easily: pretend, lie, envy, lust, criticize, brood, ignore, deny, consume, hoard, defame, distort, make excuses, and then expect an easy forgiveness for the asking.
God, forgive us for our negligence of your holy character. Let us not misinterpret your patience with our sin as though it were permissiveness.
Loving Father, astonish us with a wholesome, godly fear which will not drive us to despair, but cause us to number our days and give us hearts of wisdom.
And the assurance by Jesus: It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.
a ballot
I get to vote in-person this election. It’s a nice change from the absentee ballot I normally bubble in and snail mail. I like how Philip Yancey encourages Christ-followers to consider some humility from Shakespeare as we head to the polls:
And, before my knees rise from the earth’s cold face,
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee
Thou setter-up and plucker-down of kings
be well, friends! will be sliding back to the other side of the world soon, where the smol nephew is plentiful:
love,
reb