Pondering

Pondering . . . funerals always make me do that.

On Saturday we buried a co-worker. It was a nice service, one which I felt honored his life and celebrated his ministry.

On Sunday I was reading [providentially] chapter 15 of Paul Tripp's  Whiter than Snow.  

He says when we get older we change from being astronauts to becoming archaeologists. We move from launching into unknown worlds to digging through our past. And when we do, we "will be forced to conclude that we are flawed human beings." 

Tripp then offers some great advice  . . . we don't have to beat ourselves up, deny our failures, be defensive about our weaknesses, or rewrite our histories (to make ourselves look better). 

He concludes "our hope is not in the purity of our character or the perfection of our performance." 

Obviously our only hope is in the atoning blood of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Good advice while pondering after a funeral.