I look out into the dark night that now covers campus. It seems to match so much of what I've seen and heard of recently--brokenness, sickness, distress, emptiness--the worst part being that it seems I've done more to cause it than to dispel it.
Line after line, my mind soaks in the picture of what it really means to live. Purity, simplicity, a connection with God that is deeper and more constant than I've ever experienced, the most trustworthy friend in a broken world--all wrapped up in one Life. The life of Love--and He did it without one person who understood His heart.
My heart cries to be able to live that life. One voice says that it's too high a standard to reach. But the other voice . . .
"I didn't do it in your place--I did it so you could do the same." (1 Peter 2:21)