From the chair:
“Now there arose a new king over Egypt, who did not know Joesph. And he said to his people, ‘Behold, the people of Israel are too many and too mighty for us. Come, let us deal shrewdly with them, lest they multiply, and, if war breaks out, they join our enemies and fight against us and escape from the land.’…Then the king of Egypt said to the Hebrew midwives, one of whom was named Shiphrah and the other Puah, ‘When you serve as midwife to the Hebrew women and see them on the birthstone, if it is a son, you shall kill him, but if it is a daughter, she shall. live.’ But the midwives feared God and did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them, but let the male children live.”
-Exodus 1:8-9, 15-17
This verse has stuck with me more than any other today. “But the midwives feared God.” I heard it in a sermon while cooking lunch, and it’s been echoing in my head: “the midwives feared God.” What would I do if I feared God? What would I not do if I feared God? Do I fear God?
From the desk:
“The early Church was ascetic, but she proved that she was not pessimistic, simply by condemning the pessimists. The creed declared that man was sinful, but it did not declare that life was evil, and it proved it by damning those who did. The condemnation of the early heretics is itself condemned as something crabbed and narrow; but it was in truth the very proof that the Church meant to be brotherly and broad.”
-G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man, p.224
“The chair” is the one Annie aptly chose for the corner of our living room, and it’s where I am committed to daily hearing from God’s Word–the Word I above all else hope to speak to others. “The desk” is the one by my coffee grounds and spare charger (if I get to the library early enough); it’s where I have the privilege of reading and thinking all day, where I intend to learn for others’ sake.