I’m reading through The Contemplative Pastor by brother Eugene Person. Have you ever read something that articulates a concept for the first time that you have sensed to be true for a long time? This book affords many of these moments. Here’s one:
Jesus continually threw odd stories down alongside ordinary lives (para, “alongside”; bole, “thrown”) and walked away without explanation or altar call…Parables subversively slip past our defenses. Once they’re inside the citadel of self, we might expect…a sudden…palace coup.
But it doesn’t happen. Our integrity is honored and preserved. God does not impose his reality from without; he grows flowers and fruit from within.
God’s truth is not an alien invasion but a loving courtship in which the details of our common lives are treated as seeds in our conception, growth, and maturity in the kingdom.