Christopher felt it an honor to have been selected to work with Dr. Baxendale as a lab assistant. Dr. Baxendale, an accomplished scientist and researcher, was always driven by curiosity and constantly came up with new hypotheses to test. She seemed to have a knack for asking the questions that led to deeper insight.

After they had worked together for about two years, however, Christopher became concerned with Dr. Baxendale’s newest theories. He could see that pursuing them would take their experiments and research in a direction that at the very least skirted the edges of a century of accepted science. It might quite possibly break those boundaries. Christopher feared that their experiments and their findings would be unpopular with the broader scientific community, and his association with and participation in them could bring long-term, negative repercussions for his career.

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This week, I thought I’d post a link to a parable from about a year ago. This one typifies our Savior Jesus Christ and His condescension from heaven in order to help us.

Read “The Man from the Hill”

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Heinrich had everything he wanted. Because of his lucrative job, he and his family had a high-rise condominium in the middle of downtown, a private yacht moored at the pier, and an abundance of spending money for shopping, concerts, movies, and sporting events. The kids had laptops, earbuds, and mobile devices to ensure they could never be bored.

The condo sported a balcony that provided a view of much of the city and its nightly, varicolored lights. Each of Heinrich’s kids, now teenagers, had a bedroom where they could keep their devices and entertain themselves. It may have worked a little too well because often they had their eyes on a screen or buds in their ears during family outings on the yacht or at shows and other events, or even just a walk down the busy streets of the city center.

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As my wedding day neared, I went to the nearest shopping mall to find a gift for my fiancée. One of the stores I visited was essentially a novelty shop full of various sorts of statuettes and other collectible items from a number of cultures. I was drawn to the displays that held horse sculptures because horses were—and continue to be—one of my fiancée’s favorite things.

A sculpture of a bay horse’s head caught my eye—possibly a Thoroughbred. The eyes looked dark and depthless. Its black mane swept downward and formed the support connecting the rest of the sculpture with the base. The paint work was expertly done. I thought she would love it, so I bought it.

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