“The marvelous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were not limitations to overcome.  The hilltop hour would not be half  so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse” (Helen Keller).

Life consists of rest and activity; it’s rhythmic.  The heart beats repetitively.  We inhale and exhale.  We work and rest.  We sleep and wake.  Day after day.  Rest and activity.  A rhythm.

Creation, too, is rhythmic: the sun rises and sets, light and darkness; the seasons change, year after year.

As I get older, I am becoming more aware of the rhythm of my life.  I live in a seminary with over twenty college-aged men, and so there tends to be constant activity during the academic year.  But now that summer has arrived there is more silence in the house.  This is part of the rhythm of my life. Read more »