What thoughts come to mind when you think of the word history? Do the syllables conjure up memories of dreadfully boring school assignments and dusty books, prescribed by teachers whose minds were dustier still? Or, does a more romantic feeling overcome you? Feelings of deep mystery and high adventure; long shadows of thought cast by untold, ancient memory and the dwindling light of torches as they dance upon Roman forts and ancient pyramids. Indeed, what does history mean to

Behold the mystery of mysteries as the infinite becomes infant. Marvel as God condescends to man in matchless humility; swaddling Himself not only in simple cloths but flesh itself. Tremble before the mighty truth that eternal God took on a human nature while still reigning as sovereign King who rules from everlasting to everlasting in light unapproachable.

After several years of regular, weekly writing, now seems as good a time as any to explain what the name of my blog, Iotas in Eternity, could possibly mean. If you’ve been perplexed, my apologies for the wait. Indeed, over the years I’ve received no shortage of questions about the title, though I am most happy to explain the rationale behind my word choice.