The late author and pastor, Forrest Church, tells the story of Corinna Marsh who lived in a tiny cluttered room at the Marquis Hotel in Manhattan.
To talk of resurrection often feels like something limited to a theological orthodoxy, some reference to an ancient, traditional creed that doesn’t always feel resonant with 21st century thinking.
Humans didn’t always think in linear terms — point A has to somehow pass through B before you can get to point C. We didn’t always think in terms of Cause and Effect: don’t put the cart before the horse or else you’ll go nowhere.
A happy family? A good job? Nice home? Passionate, loving relationship? World Peace? Treasures in heaven? I found myself thinking about where our dreams and wishes tend to go when thinking about where our treasures lie and where our hearts might find themselves.