I'm back in Regina for a bit. It feels really good to be home! I was definitely ready to escape the busyness of Millar life, although I can hardly afford to spend time doing anything other than reading. Oh well... I suppose I'll just have to sleep after this semester is over.

It's Good Friday today, and I am shocked at how this special day is all but forgotten. I turned on the TV to see a crowd gathered around a TV station for a "Good Friday celebration". They were talking about watching what you eat and saving money! What has happened to this day? We are supposed to remember the One who died in our stead. It's not unusual to take a day to remember a loved one that has passed on, but to remember OUR SAVIOUR?!? Gasp! We can't waste our time thinking about that! (If you are sensing an heir of sarcasm, you are correct.)

I am so sad because the glory of the Lord has been forgotten... There on a hill He bled and died, for all to see. They scorned Him, spit on Him, cursed Him to the grave. It was the biggest injustice to ever occur, but that's what makes it so beautiful. Everyone understands that the guilty should pay their penalties, but Christ was sinless. He felt the whip for my selfish attitude... for the half-truth I told that person the other day. Where Satan kept bound, Christ set free. Just believe... just live for Him. He is God above, and He is worthy of all glory.

...and yet the world scoffs...

Oh, what would it take for this nation to remember the name of God?

{cheese}

My braces come off today.  I feel the urge to celebrate!

Spring is the revival of the world!

It's 10 degrees Celsius here. I think that's enough said! Oh, and I heard the familiar honking of a Canadian Goose returning from it's vacation. The world is waking up! Praise God for His faithful provision.

“As long as the earth endures,

seedtime and harvest,

cold and heat,

summer and winter,

day and night

will never cease.”

Genesis 8:22

clarity

In all of my confusion, all of my crying out to God for an answer of some kind, I have missed His divine voice. It doesn't get much clearer than this--to see the spectacular northern lights dancing before a pitch black backdrop, rippling across the sky. It is such a mystery to man, and yet we can witness it time and time again in breathless wonder. If you are silent, you can hear them singing praises to God. On those days, I can almost see the paintbrush of God. It assures me that I am nothing. In that moment, it is the most comforting thought in the world. I suppose God has been speaking to me in ways I have not expected, and I'm left wondering who am I to think that God is distant?

muddying the water

I was intending to blog something grand today, but now that I'm sitting here at this computer, I have no desire. That seems to be the story of my life, at least these days. I've got lots of good intentions, but they rarely come to pass. Maybe it's just laziness, or maybe it's something a little deeper. Whatever it is, it's got me down on myself. It's just so confusing! But that's what the enemy does, isn't it? He confuses, muddies the water, mixes black and white together. If you are reading this and you can identify in any way, it would be really nice to hear your side, to hear that I am not alone. I know there are things that run under the surface of those who follow Christ that need to be dealt with. Wearing a smile can only hide it for so long.