Greetings, fellow pilgrims! I’ve had little time to write this month, and I came down with a bad case of the flu. I plan to be back next month to talk about the absence of God, a common but intensely distressing experience many Christians go through.
In the meantime, I thought you’d enjoy a beautiful article by Zack Eswine titled “The Grace of the Morning.”
Sometimes I greet the morning like a troubled atheist, lost in a god-empty story that cannot handle what frightens me. In the words of Phillip Larkin’s haunting poem, “Aubade,” I wake up staring into “soundless dark . . . unresting death,” experiencing “a special way of being afraid” amid “all the uncaring intricate rented world.”
On such mornings, I need the name of Jesus spoken and his true story told to me afresh. I grab a pencil from the lampstand and scribble grace-words on a page.
