"Remind me gently, Oh Lord, what it means to have a heart that breaks like Yours; but if it cannot be gentle, I beg that You walk with me in the pain of Your answer, so that I may know not only Your goodness, but also Your face."
I love seeing a faith that’s so raw and real and beautiful that it enlarges my faith too. No magic tricks or fireworks: just the slow-burning smolder of a steady glow. I want to be that person for someone else too.
"I’m an architect, and I’ve designed buildings all over the world. Every time I get a commission in an emerging market, I get excited about the opportunity to draw from the country’s heritage, culture, and art. But the client never wants it. They all want the same thing: ‘modern style, modern style, modern style.’ Everything has to be high and glassy. It’s almost as if everyone wants to hide their differences. It’s boring."
How Your Bee-Friendly Garden May Actually Be Killing Bees
“Even as they try to help the bees, people may inadvertently poison them by planting pesticide-laden plants purchased from big-box garden centers, suggests a new report.
More than half of ostensibly bee-friendly plants sampled at 18 Home Depot, Lowe’s and Walmart garden centers in the U.S. and Canada contained high levels of neonicotinoids, which are considered highly toxic to bees, butterflies and other insect pollinators.”
We absolutely LOVE the new #LikeAGirl video/campaign from P&G and Always, which seeks to change the connotations behind the phrase, “You [verb] like a girl.”
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“If somebody else says that running like a girl or kicking like a girl or shooting like a girl is something you shouldn’t be doing, that’s their problem because if you’re still scoring and you’re still getting to the ball on time and you’re still being first, you’re doing it right. It doesn’t matter what they say. Yes, I kick like a girl and I swim like a girl and I walk like a girl and I wake up in the morning like a girl because I am a girl, and that’s not something I should be ashamed of. So I’m gonna do it anyway.”
My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be a part of the show, find myself in such a violent reaction against it? A man feels wet when he falls into water. Of course I could have given up my idea of justice by saying it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if I did that, then my argument against God collapsed too—for the argument depended on saying that the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my private fancies.
Thus in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist—in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless—I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality—namely my idea of justice—was full of sense. Consequently atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.