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In the Book of Job, a lot is made out of that whirlwind that comes at the end, but very little is made out of the fact that the book begins with another whirlwind—the one that destroys his crops, wealth, and, finally, his children.
Getting lost in a book, a story, a poem can become a moment of transfiguration for us. How much more so, if the author of that book is God?
People often describe some majestic natural sight as proof of the existence of God: the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, a giant sequoia tree, a total eclipse, a simple sunset.
Many of us are nervous when it comes to going to confession. We worry about what to say, and whether we will say or do it right.
Sometimes a life of faith can feel overwhelming, more like a burden than a gift of grace.
“Why do the nations protest and the peoples conspire in vain?” The psalmist asks (Psalm 2:1), but he has no answer—and so it is still today.
If everything we have comes from God, then even our prayer must also come from God. Like the gift of faith, prayer is a gift.
