Sadly but true, this is just the beginning of the world's plunge into the sea of ludicrousness, so asking when this will end is also a waste of time.
At this point, my roommate became quite worried, wondering why I was crying. So I narrated to her the story of my walk from dance class one afternoon . . .
I think there's no better weekend to have shared, than the one that just passed, so I'm happy to be doing this now.
Don't turn back!
. . . and to think I would have missed such a moment of mind-blowing transformation if I had not stopped to take a peek that evening.
At this point of the study, I felt the same shame as the one I felt when I admitted to the policeman that I was at church while my car was parked where it shouldn't have been.
The one who casts the shadow is defeated. Powerless. Helpless. Toothless. All that's left of him is his shadow that lurks.
But my Lord is not limited to my mind, so . . .
We don't tell lies but find ourselves singing it every now and then when we raise our hands in worship with absent hearts.