Weekend Reading

1. Robert Smith writes of seeing his son's murderer. A meaningful expression of a desire to authentically forgive:

I asked prayer warriors to pray for me as I prepared to write the young man and to pray that he would respond affirmatively and ultimately add my name to the visitors list so that I could come and tell him in person—“Jesus loves and forgives you and so do I.” After nearly two years, in September 2012 I finally mailed that letter.

He added me to his visitors list in 2014. Soon by God’s grace I will see the young man whose face was the last face our son saw before standing in the presence of the Lord. I will offer the young man the forgiveness that Christ offers to me and to all who will believe.

2. The temptation to star in someone else's story. Another gracious but critical take on the Brian Williams saga:

It was inevitable that Brian Williams would become the punch line of so many bad jokes once his fellow journalists learned that he had lied about his experience covering the Iraq War in 2003. Specifically, he claimed to be riding in a Chinook helicopter that took heavy fire. This was not true, and Williams’ weak attempt to explain it away as the fog of memory launched the mocking Twitter hashtag “BrianWilliamsMisremembers.” A number of news sites have covered this Twitter-fest. How heartening that so many of us still care about the truth.
There’s something misplaced about being exasperated when our children struggle with anger or selfishness or disobedience. “If I hear one more word from you...” Our children are these little people who are learning how to live life; of course they’re going to struggle to do what’s right at times. In the moment, sometimes all we want to do stop the annoyingness. But parenting isn’t about just stopping annoying behaviour so we don’t have to listen to it; parenting is about guiding, teaching, disciplining, nurturing, and helping our children when they fail, as they inevitably will.

Last week my 3 year old daughter, after eating a snack of crumbly, messy seaweed, came to me and said, “Mom, do you know why I make messes? Because I’m a little kid. And little kids make messes.”

She’s right. Little kids make messes.

And us parents, well, cleaning them up is kind of what we signed up for.
The furor over Sacco’s tweet had become not just an ideological crusade against her perceived bigotry but also a form of idle entertainment. Her complete ignorance of her predicament for those 11 hours lent the episode both dramatic irony and a pleasing narrative arc. As Sacco’s flight traversed the length of Africa, a hashtag began to trend worldwide: #HasJustineLandedYet. “Seriously. I just want to go home to go to bed, but everyone at the bar is SO into #HasJustineLandedYet. Can’t look away. Can’t leave” and “Right, is there no one in Cape Town going to the airport to tweet her arrival? Come on, Twitter! I’d like pictures #HasJustineLandedYet.”