When Crickets Cry

by Charles Martin

Final words are hard to hear when you know for certain they are indeed final.

You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

“One of my favorite stories is when Jesus meets the woman at the well. Imagine that moment. She was a ‘loose woman,’ known around town, and in the flash of a second, He knew everything about her: her five husbands, current boyfriend, everything she’d ever done wrong—He knew it all. Yet He spoke to her and loved her despite all the baggage she brought with her. Something about how He treated her was magnetic, because she wanted to be there. Like all of us, she was thirsty, and when He pulled that bucket up just spilling over with clear, cool water, she shoved her whole face in it and sucked it dry. “The people who are really thirsty aren’t going to church on Sunday. They’re driving around this lake, running from their secrets, looking for a good, quiet, fill-your-stomach place to eat. Trying to fill that God-shaped hole with a bigger house, another boat, a second mistress, whatever. So let’s take the bucket to them. Speak to the heart, and the head will follow. And the fastest way to the heart is through the stomach. I want to get in the business of making God-shaped cheeseburgers.”

Oh i love

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.

“Did your wife teach you that?” she asked quietly. “No,” I said, shaking my head, “her absence did.”

All hearts stop, Annie. What matters is what you do with it while it’s still pumping.”