The Orlando shooting, the murder of Jo Cox MP, an attempt on Donald Trump’s life all make us wonder why some people choose to commit murder, and how we label it…We want something to blame. Evil has crashed into our lives, and it’s terrifying.
I want to say it loudly: the claim that you will always feel God’s peace during suffering is a myth. No matter how mature a Christian you are, sometimes you suffer and God feels desperately absent. Sometimes there’s an explanation in hindsight. Sometimes there’s a lesson learned from it. But sometimes there’s just silence and mystery.
I am Tanya Marlow, sick with ME for twenty years, housebound for the last six, one of the millions missing.
Because of ME, I miss playing with my son at the park, singing opera arias properly; I miss the freedom of going round to friends’ houses for meals or coffee, I miss walking hand in hand with my husband; I miss my ministry in church.
I miss running.
This is a late, double-bill edition of What I’m Into – the Mysterious SuperVirus ME Relapse edition. Which means LOTS of recommendations – including Addie Zierman, Carolyn Custis James, Carolyn Weber, LB Hathaway, Helen Dunmore, Joshua Ferris – plus birthday photos and #FrontdoorSunbathing
To the person who feels everlastingly behind, behind, behind—you are not forgotten. You don’t have to catch up. This is just Winter. Spring will come. You’re doing just fine.
The truth is those words of rejection don’t get to define us. We know not what the future holds, and it is a mistake to project the ‘now’ onto the ‘not yet’.
I contributed a chapter to a wonderful project called Soul Bare – ed. Cara Sexton, and I’m delighted to announce that it’s being published by IVP in Aug 2016.
February was all writing for two weeks, then all people slots for two weeks because of Jon’s Significant Birthday. (So probably makes sense that March involved so much resting – hence why this What I’m Into February is so late… More on Immobile March soon!)