“In nature I see a transiency, the withering of plants and the changing seasons, but also a constancy, the indifference of all that will stay when I am gone. This is particularly acute when I gaze at the stars with the awareness that when the light of the stars as they are now has reached Earth, I won’t be here to view them.”
A story that was told at HT last Sunday, two markers of generosity, and a passage in Acts.
Reality doesn’t fit into neat boxes and doesn’t go the way you’d expect, and that’s so hugely apparent in Christianity. It’s a religion that you couldn’t have guessed. The universe it offers us, the King it gives us, isn’t the one we’d make up for ourselves.