What Is Good Is Difficult, And What

The Truth That Makes Us Free Is Always Ticking Away Like A Time-bomb In The Basement Of Everybody's Church.

It Is Precisely Because No One Needs Soup, Fish, Meat, Salad, Cheese, And Dessert At One Meal That We So Badly Need To Sit Down To Them From Time To Time. It Was Largesse That Made Us All; We Were Not Created To Fast Forever... Enter Here, Therefore, As A Sovereign Remedy For The Narrowness Of Our Minds And The Stinginess Of Our Souls.

Give Us This Day Our Daily Taste. Restore To Us Soups That Spoons Will Not Sink In And Sauces Which Are Never The Same Twice. Raise Up Among Us Stews With More Gravy Than We Have Bread To Blot It With... Give Us Pasta With A Hundred Fillings.

Jesus Came To Raise The Dead. He Did Not Come To Teach The Teachable; He Did Not Come To Improve The Improvable; He Did Not Come To Reform The Reformable. None Of Those Things Works.

He Comes To Us In The Brokenness Of Our Health, In The Shipwreck Of Our Family Lives, In The Loss Of All Possible Peace Of Mind, Even In The Very Thick Of Our Sins. He Saves Us In Our Disasters, Not From Them. He Emphatically Does Not Promise To Meet Only The Odd Winner Of The Self-improvement Lottery. He Meets Us All In Our Endless And Inescapable Losing.