Well we are loving Virginia so far. We worshiped at Church of the Resurrection in D.C. last Sunday night. It is the Anglican Mission church in town. It was about 5 blocks behind the Capitol building! The people were very kind and the worship was both liturgical and modern – hand raised in worship – and Rachel and I both loved it. I think we will continue there with the only potential drawback being the drive. So we are house-hunting for something that will put us within striking distance.
I am learning my job and trying to read Diarmaid McCullough’s history of the Reformation.
Wow! I love Virginia. Trees everywhere, rain all the time. We cut through D.C. on our way to Annapolis yesterday – I love being able to go down there and not even be a tourist. Annapolis is probably the closest thing to England that I have ever seen. Old cobblestone streets and beautiful buildings around the water. I love it. It is good to be here. It’s going to take time to settle down and all, but so far we are very excited.
Anyone ever heard of Truro church in Fairfax?
Something I have seen lately is how much people love lies and resist the truth – I am including myself in this calculation. Some people will go to their grave actively supporting what they once knew to be a lie simply to save face. “I’m not wrong. I didn’t do that. I don’t have a problem.” Why? Why is it so hard for us to embrace the truth? It takes humility and maybe a loss of face, but in the end it is so liberating.
I don’t understand the attitude of people who are confronted with something about themselves and who choose to attack and destroy in response. I’d like to think that if have problems and someone brings them to my attention I can at least acknowledge that there is some validity in what they are claiming.
In my own life anger is the demon I struggled with the most. Especially when I was heavily into arguing for Reformed theology. I don’t know what the correlation was but I was angry a lot, thinking I needed to be studying or writing the sequel to Institutes or something. But even when I am angry I don’t sit and think “I don’t have an anger problem” – I just don’t care to do anything about it. So do people who are confronted with the truth and deny it really know deep down that they are wrong? Or are they so self-deceived that they can’t see it? I feel like the whole world is in love with lies.