What’s up everyone? Another week down of summer. With the punishing heat, I retreated back to my classroom and stayed inside when I could. That’s a good thing, because there was a lot on my reading docket this week!
In My Blog Reader
Two posts that caught my eye this week dealt with poverty in very different ways. Of course, we all know that we live in a land of plenty and it can be hard to figure out why Providence has declared that we should be born in a place with much while so many have little. This story from Kenya from Kristen Welch is a great answer to that question. On the other hand, though we have much, it can still be easy for all that we have to be wiped out with just a medical crisis or loss of employment. I had never considered this, but the stigma of the “new poor” is a terrible, humiliating thing. Take a read of How Poor Could They Be? from Caryn Rivadeneira.
Are you a lover or a fighter? It’s hard for me to say. But it sure seems like we have become a nation of fighters. The problem that Sarah Markley points out is that there are few situations in life where the choice is either/or. And maybe accepting that is the key to reconciliation.
I especially enjoyed this post No Wonder We Hate Buying Cars from Tim Challies just because my wife and I just bought a car, the first time we purchased a car together, with an eerily similar experience. After we were grilled on the extended warranty, we retreated to a quiet corner to whisper to each other “This is where they get you!”
Two final posts caught my attention. Paul Angone Why I Hope We Never Make It is a refreshing take on the lifelong ambition to “coast.” I don’t know where my fabled “plateau” is that I am searching for, but maybe it’s better that I don’t find it. And finally, Micah Murray writes a kind of open letter To the One Losing Her Faith. Remember that there are many things in life worth questioning and letting go of. Jesus constantly tried to get his disciples to shed their assumptions about faith in order that they would have new growth.
That’s it for me! I’m gonna huddle in the basement while this heat wave passes. I might emerge again next week in time for the next cold front.