Now and again

Dear Readers:

At last my new blog routine has begun. I will only post infrequently, as I concentrate on turning my work here into publishable material. If you would like to be made aware of new posts when they come be sure to sign up for the emailed version –>

Thank you to all readers of Neal Obstat. What gratitude I feel in my heart for so many of you who have chosen to open your minds and hearts to my words. We pray for one another. God be with you.

I will leave you with my second favorite Twenty One Pilots song, Trees (#1 is The Tear in My Heart). It is a simply profound exploration of the heart of prayer: sinful humanity emerging from hiding to face God and say, “Hello.” I will offer no more commentary than to quote Genesis 3:8-10:

And they heard the sound of Yahweh God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of Yahweh God among the trees of the garden. But Yahweh God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?”And he said, “I heard the sound of thee in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.”

2 comments on “Now and again

  1. Whimsy says:

    So we live near a cemetery and pass by it frequently. Except for the occasional tent (funeral) it might as well be a flag farm (May) or wreath farm (Dec) because all of the markers are flat! We pray for the poor souls buried there, but it's hard to get a sense of just how many people are there.

    But once a month we pass by a HUGE old cemetery on University, east of St. T's. How striking!

    I tell the kids every time we pass by that one there is no problem you have that someone, or lots of someones, haven't had. Even technology! Even in the old days they had problems with technology! (Darn this wagon wheel! Flat again!)

    Sadly, there are some there who allowed themselves to be defeated by these problems — these problems they share with you — and died bitter,and are still bitter.

    But there are others who used their problems — these problems they share with you — as a moment of grace, and allowed God to work in their lives. Ask these people to pray for you! They understand.

    This is a really striking thing to think about when you pass by acres of gravestones. It's easier to think, “yeah, I bet there is someone out there who had this problem.”

    One month I didn't say anything and I heard from the back of the van, “Mom, say that thing you always say when we go by here.”

  2. Ona says:

    Rootin’ for ya, Dr. Tom!

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