The truth of God’s saving grace through faith becomes realer than real when experienced in life, interacting with those who wear skin. We need to have, to be, a friend.
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The truth of God’s saving grace through faith becomes realer than real when experienced in life, interacting with those who wear skin. We need to have, to be, a friend.
Music, poetry, the vulnerable submission of our blind spots to the examination of trusted others, and the empowerment of the Holy Spirit to breathe it all in. These are my prayers as we camp in new perspectives and different rhythms for a bit.
Daffodils push up through snow and icicles drip from tiny, chartreuse tree leaves.
Green grass burns in heat while lantanas flourish.
Something deep within me has made a connection between my life and this poem, a distant memory that offers a way of understanding my life.
Given that God reigns with justice, the implication here (and the direct command elsewhere) is that we would reign over creation as God would—justly.
Our biggest strength is that we trudge about in a world filled with darkness and death and decay and desperately try to love.