From the chair:
“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.”
A book I was reading quoted this passage this morning, and I was convicted. I don’t think I do this consistently or wholeheartedly as I should. I don’t consider others more significant than myself, but I have every reason to and–at this moment–a desire to. “For it is God who works in [me], both to will and to work for his good pleasure” (Philippians 2:13). How is it that we deserve no credit for Christ’s work, and yet we are given his reward?
From the desk:
“The study of literature is essential; it helps us understand more about ourselves and the world in which we live.”
-Judy Yordon, Roles in Interpretation (5th ed.), p.4
I can’t say this is always why I read–I also love to enjoy, to escape–but I have found this to be profoundly true. Literature does gives us a window into other people’s thoughts, experiences, and ideas, which can teach us both about the world around us and the people we are.
“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.