Everything about us, even the tiniest, most obscure things, are pregnant with the radiant, glowing, glorious love of God in Jesus Christ.
...all the community longs for... will never come by a credentialed letter or works of power and prestige, but instead, by the Spirit already at work in them, correcting and mending their brokenness, and bringing unity out of a mixed community that had no parallel in the ancient world.
New creation looks upon the old and sees it, smells it for what it is: muck that needs renewal and transformation.
... let the church of Jesus Christ make it graveside song: "Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!"
In Christ, all our grief is destined to become good grief.
All of who we are, even the broken down palaces of last week’s plans are destined to participate in the redemptive glory of Jesus Christ.
A church that shares burdens is a church that learns to die together so that we might rise to new life in Jesus Christ.
...as the messy places become healed places, we receive his peace and consolation, and we become ground zero of Christ reconciling work in the world.
...the salvation we all seek is the fully human experience for which were made of resting in God’s caring arms.
We were once strangers, and now we are friends... If there is anything to be thankful for, and I do hope you have a long list, this, above all, needs to top it.