Linkage 9.20.14

OK, this is my first linkage post in a while, so hang on. We’ve got a lot to get to.

Imagining the Path of Christian Exile: “They gave me two choices, leave or die. And you, too, are changed for having to quietly watch me go, or die yourselves. It is not how old neighbors should part.”

A Hail: If you’ve ever read A Severe Mercy, don’t miss this tribute to Davy VanAuken by Lanier Ivester.

A Helpful Guide to Becoming Un-Busy: “Stop the glorification of busy.” The Becoming Minimalist blog has been a favorite stop of mine recently.

Benjamin Dillow Should Not Have Died: “Despite the fact Ben had been legally adopted, and his parents had secured his passport, and a US orphan visa issued by our Embassy, the Dillows could not get an exit letter from the DRC government to bring him home.”

When we were watching World Cup Soccer this year, this commercial found a place in my heart. The music is “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms.”


Words and Un-words

It seems to be a trend in recent years to choose a theme word (or un-word, as it may be) for the year.  This method is meant to narrow one’s focus; to help in sorting through what to strive for and what to let go; to simplify.

I’m just going to say, I’m not doing that. I really admire people who are doing it. I kind of wish I could do it.

In recent years I’ve almost gone the other direction when it comes to New Year’s Resolutions, goals, and the like.  I’m in my mid-thirties now; I’m pretty certain of what I need to be doing, and it’s my goal to get better at doing that.  I’d also like to quit trying to do things I’m bad at.  It’s the doing and the quitting that is my full-time job.  Some days I am better at the doing than others.  Recently I’ve been trying to do more of the quitting.

Like I just said, I’m trying to get better at doing and doing the quitting.  See why I can’t pick one word?

It takes a certain amount of trust in the Lord to understand that I’m gifted in some ways and very definitely not gifted in others. The trust comes when I’m able to leave it up to someone else — or, as the case may be, nobody else — to do those things I’m not gifted at, or not called to.

Do. Quit. Do Quit. Do.