THOUGHTS FROM THE PHOENIX AIRPORT:
My heart has been stirring lots these days. These broken roads we walk are filled with complication. We wade through the debris of depravity trying to stand up straight and desperate to make sense of it all. We long to feel safe so we search for answers. What we really want is control, and we don't get that luxury. I'm realizing more and more that the freedom is truly found in the questions, not the answers. The questions cause us to pursue, to trust, to risk, to live in the tension of this beautiful fallen tragedy. But instead we claim top soil theological clichés to appease our conscience. Again, just another attempt to find discounted solace. The moment I let go of trying to package my faith up in a cute little hermeneutical box, was the day I set myself free from the notion that I can figure all this out. Maybe the greatest gift we've been given is the blessing of walking into the questions together. Maybe, just maybe that's why the questions are so important... Not for answers, but to bring us together as we journey home. All this melancholy introspection could be from lack of sleep, lots of travel, or Taco Bell. Either way, my heart is full of gratitude.