
Lorena is reading in Genesis this morning about when Abraham was asked to take Isaac up a mountain to sacrifice him. Of course our lives have never had something as difficult as that, but now is one of those times when we wonders why everything seems so difficult. We are sinners and know we deserve nothing, but have received so much blessing over our whole lives in spite of that. Right now, though, is a confusing time. The hardest part is watching our kids suffer. As in every case with humanity, some of it is of their own doing, but a lot of it was foisted on them through as a result of their upbringing in a toxic church culture from which they were strong enough to remove themselves before Lorena and I saw the light and left, too. On the outside, they are great. The have insanely good jobs and a level of education par excellence. Still they struggle and the larger culture is not much help. All we know to do is pray for them and be available–I am not even sure we do that well, but we try. There is no point to this blog post other than to mark this as part of our family history and to acknowledge that the answers to these things only comes from God. May he help us.






