I’ve nearly always loved life’s random absurdities (they usually make me laugh) along with good questions and ideas that jangle my thinking. The Scriptures are filled with them…and one of my current favorites is knowing that…

Rahab, a prostitute who lived in the city wall of old Jericho, is an ancestor of my Lord Jesus Christ.

It amazes me. God knew her heart and, obviously, her failures…just like he knows mine. And he loved her…and me…and you. In spite of all that we are, and all that we aren’t, he still loves us. I rejoice knowing there’s nothing I can do to make God love me any less or make him love me any more. He’s constant.

(my bees arrived unannounced)