Posted by: whatsoever on: March 18, 2008
“We need to stop talking about what we’re going to do when we grow up. We are up!” -Emily Mortimer in The Kid
Remember being small and sitting around with a bunch of other small people just like you, and talking about how old you are? Did you ever try the old “I’m gonna be nine [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: July 23, 2007
I CANNOT write you
an ordinary letter
as I normally do.
Not this time.
For that might seem like preaching
and I cannot preach.
Not just now.
NOT JUST now
when every single day
shows with growing clarity
just how much an infant I am
when it comes to knowing Christ.
A BABY.
That is what I am—
what I am when it
comes to understanding
that which is impossible to [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: November 22, 2006
It happened again this morning. As I had a break from tweaking with the Whatsoever Magazine blog, I grabbed a snack and pulled out some old HopeChest back issues to read.
Now if you haven’t seen HopeChest Magazine, let me tell you that it’s a pretty fine publication. Rich, inspiring, godly content. Quality writing. An aura [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: October 10, 2006
Is it ever okay to be discontent?
Mostly, no.
It’s not okay to be discontent with our circumstances.
It’s not okay to be discontent with our marital status.
It’s not okay to be discontent with our finances.
It’s not okay to be discontent with our family.
It’s not okay to be discontent with what God has called us to.
Being discontent—unhappy, dissatisfied, [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: October 10, 2006
The jury is still out on the whole new year’s resolutions debate. Some people despise them—but that’s usually because they find themselves forever failing to fulfil them. Some people love them—and write mammoth lists of grand dreams. Still other people don’t even think about resolutions at all—they just enjoy watching life sail past them.
Resolutions have [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: October 10, 2006
At least, I hope I am. Sometimes it’s hard to know because Gentle Suggestions of Advice Which Must Be Heeded seem to come naturally to big sisters, especially firstborns. It could be because they were all once the only children in houses otherwise occupied by grown-ups. That makes sense. You tend to think that you’re [...]
Posted by: whatsoever on: October 10, 2006
I remember, many years ago, seeing a film adaptation of Carlo Collodi’s fairytale, Pinocchio. One scene in particular stands out in my memory. The wild and independent little puppet Pinocchio has run away and soon joins a stream of boys travelling—in heady delirium—to the Land of Toys. The coach driver delivering the boys to their [...]
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