The older I get the more mysterious life appears to me. I hope that’s a sign of growing wisdom, rather than leaking faith.
When I was in my teens and twenties, life was pretty ‘black and white’. I knew what to believe, and what not to believe, was confident in my convictions, and sometimes intolerant of older saints who weren’t quite as unequivocal as I was. But the ageing process has left me a lot less strident, I think in a good way.
As a pastor, I remember some of my early sermon applications about how to bring up teenagers, before I ever had teenagers of my own. Or what you should and shouldn’t watch on TV, before the internet revolution brought depravity to our bedrooms at the touch of an smartphone app.
The unseen cost of boarding school: pain, healing, and the gospel
There is a malady which affects the souls, bodies and lives of many men and women, but is barely spoken …