“A man can’t be always defending the truth; there must be a time to feed on it.”
C. S. Lewis (Reflections on the Psalms)
Looking back, I’ve been feeding this past year. Why? Because I desperately needed God. Some moments last year weren’t so great and some nights seemed too dark and terrible. But God was there and His word was so sweet! I gorged, but not enough. Never enough. In fact, last year was like looking at the menu. My mouth is watering, I have a taste now of what real food is, and digging in only makes me more hungry.
I’m slowly beginning to also defend the truth. This week, I’m inviting about eight teenage girls over to my house to sit in my living room and hash out life’s biggest questions through the filter of God’s truth. They choose the topic and I moderate the discussion and field questions as the “been there” big sister-type. I’m nervous because I know I can’t do this. It’s going to be nuts, but I know I have to completely trust God to use the night. I’m not wise, but God is. I don’t have the answers, but God does. I can’t even understand everything these girls are going through, but God can because He’s been there.
Can you guess what topic they chose for the first night? True love. Sweet jam on toast, have mercy. I was hoping for an easy one, like how to handle mean girls or something. But if you think I’m not going to channel The Princess Bride and start out with, “Love…Twue love,” you’re sorely mistaken.
p.s. To prep for the night, I asked Brad if he thought true love exists. “It depends on how you define it,” he said.
“And how would you define it?” I asked.