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           “Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and we have come to worship him.” - Matthew 2:2
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           When I first saw this picture, I asked my mom, “What the heck am I supposed to write about?” I took some advice from my friend Alyssa, who said to stare at the picture for about five minutes. 
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           One of the first things that I noticed was that baby Jesus’ heart is the Christmas star. This baby’s heart, pure as gold, is the symbol everyone recognizes him by. 
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           The shepherds say, “Where is the newborn king?” 
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           This poor baby is probably thinking, “Who are these strange people, and why are they kneeling on the floor in front of me?” He is suddenly being worshipped and praised by shepherds and receiving fine gifts from kings. All this baby wants is to cry and go to sleep in his mother’s arms, but instead he gets kings and perfumes and oils. 
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           “We have come to worship him,” is not a normal saying for a little newborn baby. But this young baby is suddenly a king, whether he wants to be or not. Unbeknownst to this baby, he is going to perform great tasks and create amazing things in his lifetime. Is he thinking about that? No, he is not. He is probably thinking about how hungry he is and how he wants to go to bed. This tiny, newborn baby, even though he’s Jesus, is still a drooling, crying, laughing, eating baby. 
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           Everybody talks about the sweet, innocent boy who was already so great and amazing when he was born, but everyone starts out as a crying baby. The only difference between being a normal baby and being Jesus is that Jesus is a king with a star in his favor. All of a sudden, he is being burdened down with responsibilities and becoming the most wanted and cared for person of all time. This baby created the universe, and when he was born that universe was a part of him. God knew that at some point, Jesus would have to sacrifice himself for the world. Because Jesus knew the universe, he wasn’t thinking about himself, unlike a human would. He knew God would take care of him in the way that he needed to. 
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            This picture shows a tiny baby, Jesus, but with the universe in him. It’s perfect. Baby Jesus, and the universe within.
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            "There the child grew up healthy and strong. He was filled with wisdom, and God’s favor was on him."
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            Up until this point, I'd only known Advent to be this thing that was done at the front of the church, where someone came up up and read from the Bible, lit a candle, and that was that. I had no idea that Advent was something that I could participate in at home, with my family and my friends. I called my friend and asked her and her sister to tell me everything they knew about Advent. Her family has this very rich tradition of celebrating together every year and it was beautiful. I loved the ease of it, that you could do it in any fashion that worked for your family.
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           But most of all, I loved that it was something that my family could participate in together and that it could become a tradition in our home, too. So we stepped in. We chose as a family to celebrate the coming of Jesus year after year. To celebrate the Prophets, Angels, Shepherds and Wisemen in the story of the birth of Jesus. 
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           When I look at today's picture, I see a few things. I see my little family in our home or in our friend’s home, remembering the Angels or the Shepherds and how they played a role in the birth of Jesus. 
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           But I also see how Jesus, God of the Universe, chose to step in and Participate in this human condition. 
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           How he came to earth as a small infant, born into vulnerability, resting in Mary’s arms. 
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           “The child continued to grow and become strong, increasing in wisdom; and the grace of God was upon Him.”
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           In this verse, we see the humanity of Jesus. 
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           He grew. 
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           He learned and increased in wisdom. 
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           The Savior of the world chose not to bypass the process of life but to embrace it fully, participating in all that it means to be human. In this we can know that He felt all the same things that we feel. 
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           But also Mary participated. She carried Him, fed Him, and cared for Him, her heart filled with awe and uncertainty. She said yes to God’s plan, yes to this holy, messy, beautiful calling. She reminds us that participation in this life often comes in simple, sacred acts, like showing up, holding close, and paying attention to the moment.
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           In this Advent season, we are invited to participate as well. God’s grace is at work all around us. In the joy of a child, the stillness of prayer, the quiet moments of love shared with those we hold dear. Like Mary, we don’t have to understand the fullness of God’s plan to say yes to it. We don’t have to be strong enough or wise enough on our own. It can be as simple as gathering at a friend's home to be quiet, to remember. His grace is enough. His love is sufficient. 
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            As you prepare your heart this Advent, pause to participate in the small moments. Look for His presence in the mundane. Hold close what matters most. For just as Christ grew in wisdom and strength, so too can we grow in becoming vessels of His love for the world.
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           "Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means ‘God is with us’)." - Isaiah 7:14
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           Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
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           It is of note that God unfurls his plan for redemption in the shape of a birthing woman. His hand, universe dusted, opens over earth and in his warm palm sits Mary, heavy with child, full with courage. Caressed by heaven, her back hunches. She cries out in ancient pain, Eternity between her legs, pulling Beginning and End into her shaking arms. She draws Word to her chest, nurses Provision at her breast, kisses the sticky brow of God With Us.  
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           It is of note that God gave Mary a battle song, that mighty prophetess, the voice of those who unexpectedly know the story before anyone else understands a whisper of the impossible. Mary, stained with afterbirth, smeared with His blood, roars. As deep calls to deep, so Mary cries into the wilderness, her fierce hymn echoed across the ages. 
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           Women long for birth. We ache for children, even when we cannot name the ache. We die with the pain of childbirth, die and rise again, a new kind of person. We die with the pain of not-childbirth, of empty days, of one line instead of two.
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            And the world is made again, again, again. The hand of the Almighty still stretches across the cosmos, through time and space and song, laying bare the broken hearts of men and women who long to be redeemed. We kneel beside Mary, shoulder to shoulder with Joseph, and gasp at the unearned, whimpering grace of
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           “But the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people.”
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           God couldn’t wait. It was finally time, and he had patiently waited for literal centuries to make this happen. Maybe seven! It didn’t matter; it was too long. Being separated from the people he loved so much...he could combust!—He was coming! For them. And nothing would stop him. 
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            They will get how good this gift is in a way maybe no one else will. They’ve been told a false narrative their whole life. That they’re not important, that they’re outcasts, socially and spiritually, that they’re not worthy to be with me for this reason or that. But I’ve always seen them and loved them,
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           They’re close to my heart. I can’t wait to show them how much I love them—then they will never be afraid of my rejection! 
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            In fact, God was ready to flip every false narrative on its head. Love would be the most powerful reality in his kingdom, with him on the throne. He would clear up the misconceptions that this gift was only for a select few: social class, race, age, gender, bad or good, cool or uncool—none of that will matter more than His love for them. Every beloved person will hear their creator say,
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           God was making good on his promise; he always had and always will.
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           He was coming! To rescue, to fix what was broken, to set everything right, forever. He’d get his hands dirty doing it; he wasn’t afraid of the mess, the pain, the darkness. He would enter right in, while looking to the future, radiant with confidence and joy. They’re worth it, and he’d show them all of this, starting through the way he came. That first, dark, dingy night in a manger. 
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            What emotions bubble up for you when you’re preparing to give someone you love a really great gift? What does the Christmas story show and tell you about how God feels about you? 
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      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2024 15:28:54 GMT</pubDate>
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            In pain, you will bring forth children. - Genesis 3:16
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           Just for a moment try to picture the garden of Eden. Although we are deep in the barren winter months, can you imagine the sights, sounds, and smells of that luscious oasis? Take a deep breath, smell the intoxicating fragrances, feel the warm sunshine on your skin, look and see Eve standing flawlessly, her toes buried in the whispering grass. But she is not alone. Stealthily creeping, the enemy approaches, ready to cast shadows and inflict darkness. With four little words, “Did God actually say…” the enemy planted the seed of doubt in Eve, and it took such a deep root within her that it has endured and spread to each of our hearts.  Why did Eve listen to that voice? Through Eve’s doubting, pain was born. “In pain you shall bring forth children.” 
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           Is it just me or does that punishment seem weird and oddly specific? I mean, how often does a woman give birth in her lifetime?  I can’t imagine that squeezing a tiny human out of another human could be anything but painful. Plus, the pain is temporary and totally worth it. Once you hold your baby in your arms, there is a moment of perfect peace, and all is well. “We have sufferings now, but these are nothing compared to the great glory that will be given to us.” (Rom 8:18) Consider for a moment that the pain of childbirth is a preparation for motherhood. 
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           Motherhood is excruciatingly beautiful and gut-wrenching, marvelously sublime, yet there is also a stripping of the former, an emptying, a rawness, a painful change.  Through parenting, one can see the best and worst in themselves. As any parent can tell you, parenting is painful and hard. Pain is something we don’t enjoy experiencing. But, what if pain was a preparation for what is to come? A calling to change? Although pain (particularly in childbirth) was born as a consequence of Eve’s disobedience, what if, in God’s mysterious mercy, it was actually for our good? After all, what the enemy meant for evil, God is working for our good. 
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           C.S. Lewis writes, “Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” Can you hear Him? 
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           In today's image, we see  how God brings wholeness to something once broken. Although Eve brought pain in childbirth, God uses the pain of childbirth to bring forth our Lord and Savior. Through the birth of Jesus Christ, we have hope and forgiveness of sin. Through pain on the cross, God brings redemption and glory! 
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            In your doubts and pain, what voices are you going to listen to? God is speaking; are you willing to listen? What beautiful things have been birthed through your pain?
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
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           "Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” -Brene Brown
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           As I read today's passage in Psalms and the words of Brene Brown on vulnerability, I think of my mother’s pregnancy with me. My mother hoped for the best once she knew I was no longer just a figment of her imagination and unmet dreams to grow her own family. She had high hopes that her children would someday live a better life than she and her parents lived. However, things didn’t go as she expected. My mother suffered from the projected shame from her community and the sadness of being abandoned by my biological father. 
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            The world (in this case her college advisor) said that she could end the pregnancy and finish school on time. This situation was a tough one, but the decision was clear to her even before that advisor uttered those words:
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            “No, I am keeping the baby. I trust and believe that God will help me manage and care for my baby.”
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           Hold onto that thought for a minute. A situation gone awry was redeemed and placed in the hands of God. As everything seemed to be turning against her, she persisted in her faith to continue allowing God’s plan for me to come to fruition. 
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           I wish I could say that after that decision that things fell into place, but my mother suffered through several trials and tribulations. She had to withdraw from school to take time to provide for us, faced homelessness, sleeping on couches during her pregnancy and shortly after my birth.
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           I look at this season as an echo of the hidden place. God was there with my mother all along and had his hand and protection over me and my fetal self every step of the way. 
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           Today, you are reading this because my mother chose to heed to God‘s plan for my life. When I was in my mother’s womb, she did not know that she would finish undergrad and graduate school by the time that I graduated from high school. Little did she know that that same child she had in her womb would also grow up to graduate from graduate school and follow her footsteps in the profession of social work, AND that we would both be walking with and speaking into the lives of hundreds of people who face similar situations of heartbreak and devastation. 
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           Remember my friends that God is always there, always looking out for us and planning greater things for our lives than we could ever fathom. I would invite you to be brave enough to “explore the darkness” and embrace the vulnerability this season and in each season to come. You are seen. You are known. You are loved. 
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      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           "You are blessed because you believed that the Lord would do what he said." - LUke 1:45
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           There are so many things that happen unseen. Caterpillars cocoon themselves up into small, boring, brown shapes. A tiny seed gets pressed into the ordinary dirt and from the surface of the earth, seems silent, stagnant, and unchanging. A collection of gas and dust flow painfully slowly through space. Inside a womb, cells quietly evolve from one to billions. 
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           “I am the Alpha and the Omega—the beginning and the end,” Says the Lord God. “I am the one who is, who always was, and who is still to come—the Almighty One.” - Revelation 1:8
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           That spot was my favorite place in the whole world. I’d spend most of the year anticipating our annual summer vacation. Eat. Sleep. Fish. Watch cartoons. What more could a 10-year-old ask for?
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           And the one sitting on the throne said, 'Look, I am making everything new!' And then he said to me, 'Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.'
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           My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,
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            Isaiah 53:2-- the prophecy of Jesus Coming and being born. He is born in the slums in a barn, born a carpenter's son and fleeing the tyrant Herod. He has nothing of any glamor or power when He is born. Nothing like what we see with today's celebrities and other famous people. The image of a tender green root coming up from the dry unusable ground is Jesus being nothing, someone no one knew. From the beginning He gained recognition from people hearing the stories about His miracles. He gained more recognition not based on what he had or how he looked, but on how he treated people and how he was following the Word and fulfilling prophecies. The passage says that Jesus grew up in the Lord, and shows us how we should grow up with the Lord and not let the things in our lives control us.
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            Let us be able to fall back on Him, or if we are to fall completely, He will be there to pick us up. This also shows our God’s commitment to His people, what He told them, and how He was going to do it. We can put our trust in the Lord no matter what. Even if it takes a hundred years or more, the Lord is true. When relating this to your day-to-day life, when you find yourself in a slump, there is always good you can do to help other people follow the Lord, even when it is hard.
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      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Isaiah 9:1-7 speaks powerfully of what’s to come, a kingdom and great light. But in God’s Way this kingdom and great light arrive with a humble act, His Son given.
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            By God’s grace we know what was given, He tells us through that very gift! At this prophecy’s fulfillment we hear the words of Jesus:
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           The Word gave life to everything that was created,
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               and his life brought light to everyone.
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           The light shines in the darkness,
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               and the darkness can never extinguish it.
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           Each Christmas Eve, one of the most special moments that I treasure every year happens. While we sing Silent Night, each person is handed a candle, then one candle is lit. The first candle that has been lit is carefully tipped so that the next person can light their candle as well. Each person is given a little bit of the initial flame, until everyone is surrounded by a gentle, warm glow. 
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           Why is this moment so special to me and to many others around me? In that moment, I truly can feel that Jesus is our light. Nothing else could explain how one moment could be so beautiful. In such a time, when there is so little light, we feel our human need for light. That is the way that God made us. The darkness simply feels wrong to us. Darkness means that we cannot see, and it is difficult to walk. In complete darkness, nothing can live. We are vulnerable without light. In that same way, we need Jesus. 
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           Unlike Jesus, however, light can go out, leaving us helpless. If there was complete darkness, and then you lit a tiny match, you would likely be worried that it would go out and leave you in darkness again. In John 5, it says, “the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.” Ever since Jesus, our light, was brought to Earth, that light can never go out. This message of hope reminds us that we are forever saved. Even when this broken world brings darkness into our lives, Jesus, our light, will never go out.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Gabriel appeared to her and said, “Greetings, favored woman! The Lord is with you!" Confused and disturbed, Mary tried to think what the angel could mean. - Luke 1:28-29
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           Read: Luke 1:26-38
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           Gabriel came to me and told me that I will be blessed with a baby boy and that I will name him Jesus. But why did the Lord choose me? There are lots of other women, why me? Did you choose me because of my response? Or my way of living? I don’t understand why me?
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           Lord, I am very grateful that I, a common woman, would be chosen to have your son Emmanuel, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. Why Lord? Why me?
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            My heart is full of joy! I don’t know why you chose me but I trust that you will do great things with me and through me. You have done great things. You have healed the sick, you have performed great things with only your hands. You have been mindful of the ways of your servant. Thank you, Lord.
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           You have done powerful things lord. You have brought down rulers from their thrones, but have lifted up the humble and given food to the hungry. You are so great Lord. I love you very much.
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      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Mary asked the angel, “But how can this happen? I am a virgin.” || Luke 1:34 
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           This is a question I have been asking lately. In the face of countless challenges that feel impossible and stalled, I don’t see a way through the dark fog. I sense a pull forward, a whisper to move into the mist, an ache in my heart, but the path is invisible and full of hindrances.
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           Most of us have asked Mary’s question at one time or another. We see lack everywhere we look: lack of money, lack of resources, lack of time, lack of people, lack of nuance, lack of skill, lack of knowledge, lack of voice, lack of desire, lack of power. At least I do. As I write this, I am feeling each of these deeply. When we can’t find a way through on our own, we shrivel up in fear. We lose hope.
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            I am often so afraid to bring my questions and desires to God because I don’t see a way in the wilderness, and frankly, I am worried that God will disappoint or fail me. And because I don’t see a way, because
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           However, the wonderful, good news is that we aren’t the ones who must make the miracle for which we seek. Listen to the angel’s response to Mary after she asks this fateful question:
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           “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you… for the Word of God will never fail.” 
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           What an immediate perspective shift, a simple answer in the mystery of the Incarnation. The angel doesn’t give Mary a list of things she must do to live out her calling as Mother of God. The angel only tells her to be still and pay attention as God does through her what she could never do on her own.
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           Our ways are complicated. We meddle, we fret, we panic, we make charts and plans. We try to fix things (typically making them worse), force the prophecies to come true, and end up feeling defeated by the amount of work it takes to move the needle forward. 
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           But God’s way is simple and impossible. It is soft, quiet, intimate, restful, specific. It can be counted on. It will never fail. God desires that our yoke be easy, and our burden, light. God does not want us to fill our packs with the weight of control. It’s up to us to choose which burden we will pick up.
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            Mary’s final response is a declaration of her own surrender to the Spirit. She says,
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           “I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true.”
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            Notice how different her response is than our often haphazard, casual faith that looks more like crossing our fingers and hoping for the best. 
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           Mary’s response starts with surrender of everything, and a prophecy over her future from a spirit of faith. In the same way, we must be willing to release our tight hold on our lives, and allow the Spirit to move intimately in the spaces that feel vulnerable and frightening. We must be willing to let the Spirit place a greater gift inside us than we could imagine. 
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            This advent, what are you asking for? What feels impossible? How can you ask honestly for what you want? Where might God be asking you to remain still as God works through you?
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      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           "I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I am the one who was, who is, and who is to come- the Almighty one."- Revelation 1:8
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           Read: Revelation 1:5-8
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           The earth was formless and void. Empty. 
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           Darkness covered the face of the deep.
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           At that moment, Jesus was there.
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           The Light pierced the darkness.
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           From the nothingness, He wove the fabric of all creation 
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           Everything was from Him and through Him.
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           This is the beginning. 
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           Jesus is the beginning.
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           Nothing is the way it was meant to be.
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           A world heavy with pain, soaked in tears, and shadowed by sadness.
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           Unable to escape the power of sin,
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           We need a rescuer. A Savior. 
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           We wait to celebrate the single, sacred moment when eternity broke into our world.
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           The heralded Emmanuel, God with us.
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           The unexpected, awaited King.
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           Here! Now! With us! 
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           He lived the life we couldn’t.
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           Filling the world with hope and light.
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           He died the death we deserved. 
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           But the Light can’t be extinguished.
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           Like a sunrise, the Light rose again.
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           He made a way.
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           A way for us to be adopted into His family.
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           The family of light.
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           Sons and Daughters of the Light.
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           Filling us with His Light,
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           Like the Earth in the beginning.
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           Little lights, bringing His light to the rest of the world.
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           Little lights becoming more like The Light.
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           Clay vessels, molded by the Potter, brimming with His light, and born anew into this world.
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           We have been rescued, forgiven and adopted!
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           Yet, we wait.
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            We wait for the things that
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           are
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            to become the things that will
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           be
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           .
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           We wait for tears to be turned to joy.
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           We wait for grief to be turned to gladness.
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           For ashes to be turned to beauty
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           For death to be turned to life.
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           Captivity to deliverance.
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           Lament to praise.
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           Brokenness to wholeness.
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           We wait for the work of Jesus while being near to Jesus.
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           We are His kingdom and we bring His kingdom.
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           We feed the hungry as our souls are fed.
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           We care for the needy as our needs are cared for.
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           We do for the least of these, because Jesus did for us.
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           This is the tension of Advent.
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           The in-between. 
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           A future promised, a way made, tears and sadness still present.
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           This is now.
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           Jesus is here, now.
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           He is to come
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           No one knows the hour.
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           But, we know the ending.
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           The Light that once broke the darkness returns,
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           Blazing with uncontainable glory
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           It fills every corner of darkness with His eternal glory.
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           All sad things vanish.
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           All pain is wiped away.
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           The city of light, shining with the Glory of God, comes to earth.
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           At that moment, Jesus will be there. 
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           Full of light.
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           Like the Earth in the beginning.
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           Like our souls now.
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           He was. He is. He is to come.
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           This is eternity.
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           Jesus is eternity.
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           Jesus is the end.
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           The Light that shone into the darkness at the beginning shines forevermore. 
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           He was. He is. He is to come. 
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           The Alpha and the Omega. 
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           The Beginning, and the End.
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      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2024 14:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           "I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I am the one who was, who is, and who is to come- the Almighty one."- Revelation 1:8
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            READ: Revelation 1:5-8
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           Beginning.
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            ﻿
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           The beginning is when you start to breathe. 
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           Is it? 
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           The beginning is when you come to God. 
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           It is. 
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           The way.
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           The way is when you start moving throughout your day.
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           Is it?
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           The way is when you live your life with Gods word, love, and mercy.
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           It is.
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           The end.
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           The end is when you die.
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           Is it?
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           The end is when you chose to separate yourself from your creator, the omega.
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           It is. 
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           Let yourself be aware of what God fully is. He is everything. He is more than what our mind can and will ever be able to fathom. He is what gives our life a purpose worth being on earth for. 
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      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2024 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Mary's Faith: How Little Things Make a Big Difference</title>
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            When you have great faith, you can empower people to do things they never thought they could. When you love strongly, people feel that love, which is sometimes all someone needs. And when you believe in God, he can change
           
                      
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            life. 
           
                      
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           The end. That was what the disciples felt when Jesus died. Among the disciples was Mary Magdalene, whom Jesus had cast seven demons from. Mary had been there at the cross when Jesus died, that horrid cross. Mary had followed Jesus for a while, listening to his teachings and learning about God. But he had died. Jesus, the good shepherd, was dead? Soon, the disciples were scattered and hiding, and little hope remained. What would you do?
          
                    
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           This was a hard time for all of Jesus’s followers. Mary Magdalene was just one of the many people experiencing this hardship. The loss of a good friend, a wonderful teacher, and a source of hope all at once. And Mary was terribly sad. Sometimes, it may seem like Mary was a hero. But she was just a girl. What makes her remembered today is her faith. Her faith following Jesus, even to his death. What makes her remembered today is her love. Her love that led her to go to his tomb, so she could care for his body. And what makes her remembered today is her belief. Her belief when she saw Jesus and the angels. These are some things that all followers of Christ can have.
          
                    
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            Mary had some simple traits anyone can have. Some that many Christians say they have. You probably do! But when you put everything you have into them, you can change lives. When you have great faith, you can empower people to do things they never thought they could. When you love strongly, people feel that love, which is sometimes all someone needs. And when you believe in God, he can change
           
                      
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           Sometimes, the simplest things like a tiny sapling can make a big difference. As we enjoy Easter, remember how little things are just as (and maybe even more) important as big things. He is risen indeed!
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2024 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            In the darkness below, will the seed of his body find life? Will the rains come down from heaven? Is it good soil? We wait, akin to farmers awaiting the sprout, for Jesus' body to take root and break forth, transcending the tomb's confines.
           
                      
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           Similar to the seed, Jesus surrenders his body to the tomb, just as Joseph, unaware, mirrors a farmer planting seeds, laying Jesus' linen-wrapped body in a carved-out tomb and sealing its entrance. In the darkness below, will the seed of his body find life? Will the rains come down from heaven? Is it good soil? We wait, akin to farmers awaiting the sprout, for Jesus' body to take root and break forth, transcending the tomb's confines. It's not merely a backyard garden we envision but a farm, where life hinges on the seed's ability to take root. Will Jesus' body break through and the tomb be shattered? We wait.
          
                    
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           But as I juxtapose those images from my life- those moments of shame that I would rather no one ever see- with the image of a Lamb, sliced in half, for the sake of the world, I begin to think that if God could bring beauty, healing, and life from the ugliness, pain, and death of the crucifixion, maybe He can do the same with all those moments from my life? 
          
                    
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            But seen from a certain angle, that makes perfect sense. What was ever uglier than the way that we betrayed and assassinated the King of Glory? Maybe we have seen those crucifixion images too often, and gotten desensitized to the shocking nature of not only how the crucifixion is depicted, but the ugly, disturbing nature of the crucifixion itself. 
           
                      
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           What a paradoxical thing is this Life in the Way of Jesus. Beauty from ashes. Life from death. That the most grotesque murder human minds could imagine and carry out somehow rebounds to my forgiveness, to life eternal for anyone willing to throw the weight of their soul on this battered, torn, and broken man? Amazing. 
          
                    
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           As I look back on my life through the lens of the Cross, and Christ crucified, I realize that there’s not a moment in my life that God cannot redeem, cannot heal, cannot use to bless others. 
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2024 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Is there some area of your life, a place of pain, confusion, grief, or fear, where you need to sense Jesus' tender compassion? Lord, Jesus, thank you that you see me, that you care for me, and you are here for me.
          
                    
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           Another important thing to see in this encounter is the beginning of the church family. Mary had other children who could have met her physical needs after Jesus' death, yet Jesus entrusts her to John's care. He realized our need for spiritual relationship which we find only in the family of God. Sometimes, ideally, our earthly family is also our spiritual family. But sometimes, as Proverbs 18:24 reminds us, "there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." While the Lord definitely wants us to love and care for our earthly families, we are also to live out deep, practical, loving care for our spiritual family. In our context at RH, the hope is our Microchurch will become our spiritual family. Jesus earlier had redefined family in Luke 8 - "The one who does the will of my Father is my mother, brother, sister." And he also said, "Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (John 13:35)
          
                    
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           Lord Jesus, who is someone in my spiritual family that I can love and care for in a practical way? Please bring to mind and help me do this. Thank you for entrusting us to each other. 
          
                    
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           The religious leaders and scholars of the day were spending unending hours working to please God and get into heaven, to get it right with literally hundreds of rules they kept to. How is it that, in his last moments of life, Jesus promises this thief paradise? I think his confession (saying what he believed) and his trust in Jesus (as evidenced by his request) allow him to receive this invitation. He believed Jesus was the king going to His kingdom and he wanted to be WITH Him.
          
                    
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            Where in your life are you self-promoting or self-protecting? Where are you working so hard to achieve out of your own energy or hiding due to fear? All our striving (or doing for God) isn’t the same as being WITH Him. Hiding due to fear is keeping Him at arm’s length. Neither of these result in transformation. God wants you to be the new Adam--it’s why Jesus came. He unlocked the power (the Holy Spirit) and it’s available to all. We can allow this transformation by confessing those places we are keeping Him out of and inviting Him in. It may be that God is inviting you into doing less and instead being with Him more. It may be that He wants to walk you out of fear and into trust of Him. Whatever the invitation is, it always leads deeper in relationship with Him.
           
                      
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           Not very far into the report, tears formed in my eyes and soon I began to cry, wondering if I should pull over. I was overwhelmed with the pain and suffering that He was willing to endure for my sake. 
          
                    
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           As Robin and I were returning to Boise from a missions conference in Portland , she read to us from one of the physician’s accounts of the crucifixion of Jesus. I don’t remember which one, there have been many since the advent of the science of medical pathology. We know with growing granularity how bad the physical suffering was.
          
                    
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           More striking, as the years passed and my familiarity with both Scripture and personal loneliness matured, I came to understand that Jesus was entirely on His own thru it all. He had been abandoned to the agonizing suffering by His Father and the Holy Spirit. His adoption of the unholiness of my rejection made Him unclean and offensive to them. And while the physical pain was overwhelming, the loneliness of being utterly forsaken and completely isolated was far worse.
          
                    
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            Having some small understanding of the unrestrained love for me that compelled Him to ‘take my place’ both on the cross and in Sheol, the place of the dead, there is nothing that I won’t attempt for Him and nothing that I will withhold from Him. Galatians 2:20 takes on new meaning: “I am crucified with Christ…”
           
                      
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      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2024 13:30:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Jesus Meets the Weeping Women</title>
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            I’ll never forget that stark warning that followed; the clarity in His speech, and the implication that life would get much harder. And what pressed upon my heart was that He cares about the difficulty. He cares about the corrupt parts of us that do what we know we ought not to do, but we do them anyway. The parts of us that will have us begging for mercy, and clinging to repentance.
           
                      
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            And while I knew at that moment I would no longer get to walk with Him daily, my tears and the yearning of my heart suddenly shot in a different direction, as if magnetically pulled into alignment with His vision for His people. To those who didn’t hear their name fall from His lips, or witness the sincerity of His eyes as he gazed through all the hurt.
           
                      
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      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Jesus is Helped by Simon to Carry His Cross</title>
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           shouting and music, smoked meat smells fill the air
          
                    
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           disappointed that I missed the first night’s festivities, I feel the rush of the festival
          
                    
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           How will God meet me this year for the Passover?
          
                    
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           Excited, nostalgic, clean and prepared
          
                    
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           people everywhere with my anticipation and hope
          
                    
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           The guards are strong
          
                    
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           loud and aggressive, their Greek sounds just a little different than in Libya
          
                    
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           Trying to avoid conflict, I follow their orders and walk into the crowd
          
                    
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           Who will finally stand up to these Romans?
          
                    
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           Confused, unanchored, scared, interrupted
          
                    
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           the prefect’s court on the other side of the gate has seen a storm come and go
          
                    
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           The cross is brutal
          
                    
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           a big slab, rough and rigid
          
                    
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           I touch and test the tree of death, before I drag it like Isaac to his altar
          
                    
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           How will I make it all the way to the hill of the Skull?
          
                    
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           Used, unknown, dreading the long walk with this load
          
                    
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           Step after step after step with my eyes to Skull where my job will be done
          
                    
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           Those people are angry
          
                    
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           vitriol, spitting, disrespectful words from respectable men
          
                    
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           I notice people I’ve learned from before, foaming with hatred
          
                    
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           What could he have possibly taken from them?
          
                    
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           Embarrassed, exposed, vulnerable, dirty
          
                    
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           the air is tense and abrasive with hate
          
                    
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           This Jesus
          
                    
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           bleeding and broken, stumbling and yet determined
          
                    
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           his eyes are kind and his posture is open
          
                    
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           Who is this man?
          
                    
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           Alone, exhausted, powerful, in love
          
                    
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           peace in the chaos of judgment
          
                    
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           Those people are sad
          
                    
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           tears and moans, overwhelming reverence
          
                    
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           they only watch, helpless to protect their friend… their leader?
          
                    
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           What could he possibly have given them?
          
                    
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           Disappointed, disoriented, discouraged, alive
          
                    
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           the air is heavy and almost humid with love
          
                    
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           His look is gentle
          
                    
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           intimate and caring, a loyal friend in a time of need
          
                    
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           I regret my rush, I drop the tree and he looks at me
          
                    
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           How does he know me?
          
                    
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           Seen, known, understood, forgiven
          
                    
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           he turns to his altar, ready to drink of its evil
          
                    
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           The guards are powerless
          
                    
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           insecure mocking to kill the silence
          
                    
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           almost prodding them to do their job, he submits to the cross
          
                    
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           Will he put this to an end?
          
                    
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           Shocked, disgusted, intrigued, transfixed
          
                    
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           the crowd’s hate is unquenched and its love is tortured
          
                    
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           The Messiah is dead
          
                    
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           beautiful and pure, but impossible to watch
          
                    
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           I hear him breathe his last, like a lion after protecting its pride
          
                    
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           How do I follow a dead man?
          
                    
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           Disappointed, disoriented, discouraged, alive
          
                    
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           God provided the ram from the thicket for me
          
                    
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           But, what now?
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Jesus Takes Up His Cross</title>
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           John 19:16-18
          
                    
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           “There has been a choice for 2000 years for every Christian who has ever felt threatened, who has ever felt oppressed, and who has ever felt persecuted. And that choice is very simple,” stated author and journalist Tim Alberta to his audience at Michigan State University. “You can reach for the sword, or you can reach for the cross.”  
          
                    
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           The gospel of John is the only one of the four to record Jesus taking up his own cross. The other three are in agreement that a man named Simon was compelled to carry it for him. Biblical scholar Dr. Clark Peddicord believes that the reason for this distinction in the book of John may well be to emphasize that Jesus chose the cross. He chose it, despite every temptation not to. 
          
                    
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            “I don’t
           
                      
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            Peter claimed. I once thought that this denial was solely due to a lack of courage. But remember how the same person also took up the sword to defend Jesus when soldiers came to arrest him.
           
                      
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           I will stand with you even unto death,
          
                    
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            he had declared just hours earlier, and he was being true to his word, until Jesus shut him down. Fear likely played a part in his denial, but do you also detect anger, confusion, wounded pride, and a bitter sense of disappointment at work? From Peter’s perspective, this was absolutely NOT the plan. And in a very real sense, he did not yet know the Messiah who rejects the sword and chooses the cross. What manner of salvation could this be? Even now, it’s not the kind of salvation we tend to seek. 
           
                      
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           The temptation to reach for the sword is still very real. As Tim Alberta explains, “The sword can be military power. It can be political influence. It can be the promises and the rhetoric of a strongman who says that they’re going to protect you and defeat your enemies and keep you safe.” The attractiveness of this option is undeniable. But the cross that Jesus chose still haunts our human nature with its weighty invitation to take it up, as Simon did, and follow the Wounded Healer. Will we? 
          
                    
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           “For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so tha
          
                    
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            t you might follow in his steps. He committed no sin, neither was deceit found in his mouth. When he was reviled, he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the
           
                      
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           tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.” (1 Peter 2: 21-24)
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2024 15:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>As if Dying Wasn't Enough</title>
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           Remember, beloved, Jesus experienced all of these. 
          
                    
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           And he did it for us. 
          
                    
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           Jesus felt the real physical pain in his body. Felt real emotional and spiritual distress. He experienced the abandonment of his best friends and family.
          
                    
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           Forsaken by His Father. 
          
                    
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           He joins us in our suffering. He follows us into our darkness and sits in it with us. 
          
                    
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           As if dying wasn’t enough.
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           As if the act of crucifixion alone wasn’t enough.
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Why did you let them hurt you so badly? 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Shred your skin with whips.
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Rivers of blood from a crown made of thorns, impaled in your scalp, dripping, burning into your eyes, into your mouth while the ENTIRE regiment of soldiers mocked you. They spit on you. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Did you cry out or did you stay silent? Were you sad, or angry, or resolved? 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           You must have felt so alone--
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           How lonely do we feel in our own suffering? In our loss, in our lack. In grief, in pain.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Loss of loved ones, of our children, of our parents. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Our own bodies fail us.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Betrayal.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           A dream shattered.
            
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Loss of our innocence. Abuse and pain inflicted by others. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Affliction brought on by our own hands and choices.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           But my dear ones, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Remember, beloved, Jesus experienced all of these. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           And he did it for us. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus felt the real physical pain in his body. Felt real emotional and spiritual distress. He experienced the abandonment of his best friends and family.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Forsaken by His Father. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           He joins us in our suffering. He follows us into our darkness and sits in it with us. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Paul writes this in Romans
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. And we believers also groan even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering. We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full right as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           I invite you to let yourself go there, to your pain, your suffering WITH Jesus. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Maybe it’s on the surface, overwhelming, and you’re drowning in it. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Maybe it’s buried deep deep deep and hidden. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Take a breath and tell Jesus about it. Show Him. Let Him sit in it with you. Let Him grieve it with you. Let Him speak to you in it. Listen. Let Him hold you close. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           You are not alone. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus’ suffering was not the end of His story
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           It is not the end of yours. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Resurrection is coming. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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  &lt;h5&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+27%3A11-29&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Matthew 27:11-29
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/a&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h5&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;&#xD;
&lt;div data-rss-type="text"&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have chosen their king.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                    They have chosen their god.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   They have anointed the priest their hearts truly desire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have cried “crucify him” throughout the streets of their blood-stained empire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;&#xD;
&lt;div&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;img src="https://irp.cdn-website.com/3c5eb566/dms3rep/multi/stations_socialmedia-05.jpg" alt="A poster that says jesus is judged by pilate"/&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;&#xD;
&lt;div data-rss-type="text"&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Who or what do you worship?
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       “We all serve somebody.”
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           The humans in the Garden would be “independent” as they served the will of a created being,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       believing they were making themselves free of the Creator.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                  
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Complicit.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           The Jewish religious leadership,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                 threatened by the power of love,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       would cut down the tree of life 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                              
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           lest anyone eat the fruit of its branches,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                  
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           but Pilate could see…
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           their weakness, their fear, their desperate grasp for relevance.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           He too had a fear.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           He was weak in his political standing.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           His job was to maintain peace.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       He had stood before on many battlefields as a Roman knight,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           establishing peace through the wielding of Roman might,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                              
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           he had faced kings with the sword,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           yet this accused man muttered not one whisper.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   Pilate could see the game, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           this man before him was no concern for the crown,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           but if he did not protect the crown,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           could he be called
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            complicit?
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Barabbas! (
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           meaning son of the father
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           ) Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Give us Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           The violent revolutionary over the man of peace?!?
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                   Give us Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They don’t want the whipped and meek King.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                             They don’t want a King of love. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                             They don’t want a King of peace.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            They want a king who wields the sword,
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           hates, dehumanizes, offends, and destroys.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            They do not want the one anointed Son of the Father,
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           they want the one they named “the son of the father.” 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Irony: in keeping the peace for Rome,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pilate sets free a raised a fist against Rome.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
                                                                       
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           His desire to pacify will only amplify 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                their ability to defy Rome.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Complicit.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have chosen their king.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                    They have chosen their god.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have anointed the priest their hearts truly desire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have cried “crucify him” throughout the streets of their blood-stained empire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pilate’s wife had a vision of this man with clean hands.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Have nothing to do with him. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pilate washes his hands,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           but the stain of blood will not wash off that easy.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
                       “the great stumbling block…
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           … [is the one] who is more devoted to “order” than to justice…”*
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pilate will fail the people,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Rome,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           his wife,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           justice,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           peace,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           innocence,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           himself.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           His significance in history is not a man of power, or the great man who took a stand.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                            His scarlet name tag reads…
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
                                                                                   
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Complicit.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;&#xD;
&lt;div data-rss-type="text"&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Who or what do you worship?
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       “We all serve somebody.”
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           The humans in the Garden would be “independent” as they served the will of a created being,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       believing they were making themselves free of the Creator.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Complicit.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           The Jewish religious leadership,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   threatened by the power of love,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       would cut down the tree of life 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   lest anyone eat the fruit of its branches,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   but Pilate could see…
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           their weakness, their fear, their desperate grasp for relevance.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           He too had a fear.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           He was weak in his political standing.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           His job was to maintain peace.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       He had stood before on many battlefields as a Roman knight,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           establishing peace through the wielding of Roman might,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               he had faced kings with the sword,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                       yet this accused man muttered not one whisper.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   Pilate could see the game, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           this man before him was no concern for the crown,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               but if he did not protect the crown,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                       could he be called
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           complicit?
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
                                                                        Barabbas! (meaning
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           son of the father
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           ) Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                   Give us Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   The violent revolutionary over the man of peace?!?
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                   Give us Barabbas!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
                       
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They don’t want the whipped and meek King.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They don’t want a King of love. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   They don’t want a King of peace.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           They want a king who wields the sword,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                   hates, dehumanizes, offends, and destroys.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They do not want the one anointed Son of the Father, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
             they want the one they named “the son of the father.” 
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Irony: in keeping the peace for Rome,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           Pilate sets free a raised a fist against Rome.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                       His desire to pacify will only amplify 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                                                               their ability to defy Rome.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Complicit.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                       They have chosen their king.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               They have chosen their god.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   They have anointed the priest their hearts truly desire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           They have cried “crucify him” throughout the streets of their blood-stained empire.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               Pilate’s wife had a vision of this man with clean hands.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                          
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            Have nothing to do with him. 
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pilate washes
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            his
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            hands,
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                   but the stain of blood will not wash off that easy.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                                           “the great stumbling block… 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           … [is the one] who is more devoted to 'order' than to justice…”*
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               Pilate will fail the people,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Rome,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           his wife,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           justice,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           peace,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           innocence,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           himself.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           His significance in history is not a man of power, or the great man who took a stand.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
                                               Instead, his scarlet name tag reads…
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           “Complicit.”
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           *quoted from Martin Luther King’s “Letter From Birmingham Jail”
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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           luke 22:54-62
          
                    
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            I’m realizing that the rooster isn’t some cruel, shame-filled punishment from Jesus, not a taunting
           
                      
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           . Rather, the rooster is a gentle reminder that it’s time to go, to turn and see Jesus catch Peter’s eye across the courtyard, giving him a look that is full of both grief and forgiveness. 
          
                    
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           In the grand scheme of Peter’s life, we know this moment as his falling. We cringe at the prophecy of Jesus given only days before—
          
                    
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           before the rooster crows, you will have denied me three times
          
                    
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           —and hold our breath at Peter’s fierce rebuttal that he’s going to do the right thing. 
          
                    
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           Oh sweet, relatable Peter. 
          
                    
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           And yet, in every one of the four gospels, when the time actually comes, terror grips Peter. 
          
                    
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            Luke’s retelling informs us that in the huddle of people by the fire stands a relative of the soldier whose ear Peter had chopped off hours prior—not a good look for Peter, especially in this shadowy courtyard where the walls themselves have ears prepared to tattle the story:
           
                      
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           we found another one of them, and it’s even the wild one who cut that soldier’s ear off! 
          
                    
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           Before Peter knows what he’s doing, he’s spewing lies about who he is and who he is in relation to his Good Teacher, sticky shame gurgling up like thick mud around his ankles and slowly rising until it’s suffocating him, until he’s shouting to defend himself from all those insidious ears in the walls.
          
                    
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           And then, above the roar of his own panic, the rooster crows. 
          
                    
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           Thank God for the rooster. 
          
                    
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            for the rooster because who knows what else Peter would have done or said if the rooster had kept silent. What could have happened if Peter had not been called back to himself and his Lord, reminded of what was true about him? With no prompting to flee, would he have stuck around the fire longer, his paper thin lies eventually exposed? Would he have been captured or executed, knowing the last thing he’d done was betray his best friend? 
           
                      
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           Rather, the rooster is a gentle reminder that it’s time to go, to turn and see Jesus catch Peter’s eye across the courtyard, giving him a look that is full of both grief and forgiveness. 
          
                    
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           The rooster is a hand reaching down into the waves that have turned into mud, ready to pull Peter out from the waves and winds of terror once again. 
          
                    
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            The rooster is the particular voice of Jesus that cuts through chaos and says,
           
                      
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           oh friend, I love you, and this isn’t what I have for you. Why did you doubt? 
          
                    
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           No wonder Peter breaks down and weeps. 
          
                    
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           This Lenten season, what is the rooster crowing in your courtyard? Where are you having a disproportionate or defensive reaction in your body to something unexpected? Where are you drifting into territory that is hidden and anxious and messy? What is the grace-filled alarm that is calling you back to your identity—your identity in relation to your Good Father? And what is reminding you that you are beloved, giving you the courage to move towards that truth again? 
          
                    
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           Friends, do not let the Liar convince you that the rooster you’re hearing is punishment. Instead, listen to Jesus, who reminds us with love in his eyes that the rooster is grace. The rooster is an invitation to repentance. The rooster is hope. 
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2024 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Spiritual Practice of Being Misunderstood</title>
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           The opponents of God on all sides still try to slander Jesus and His people….and Jesus shows us something radical here, a practice that is not well-recognized in our world.
          
                    
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           The spiritual practice of being misunderstood…and not correcting people.
          
                    
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           In the passage when Jesus is brought before the Sanhedrin (the ruling body of 70 Elder Rabbis from Israel), there is so much to mourn and one really important thing to learn to emulate in Jesus. 
          
                    
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           Can you imagine sitting with 70 of your colleagues, some who mentored you, some you sat under, some who sat under your teaching, and be treated like this? Jesus warns his disciples that this is coming: 
          
                    
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           Persecution, lies, evil words. We still see this in our world today, and it is only increasing. For those who stand in the middle and reject the lies of the world…and also reject the lies of religious leaders, we experience this sort of ongoing battle from both sides.
          
                    
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           But let’s focus here on those attacks that come from the religious influencers of our day. Do you see in this passage, anything that looks like Jesus and the kingdom of heaven? Do the sects of Pharisees and Saducees who ruled the religious institutions of Israel (Temple and Synagogue) have any connection here to the God who made them?
          
                    
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           It is the same today. Spiritual leaders who lead churches, denominations, institutions like colleges and seminaries and publishing houses…they still are looking to lie about Jesus and His followers. They are still looking to discredit Jesus in the public square, they’re just using different language:
            
                      
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           The opponents of God on all sides still try to slander Jesus and His people….and Jesus shows us something radical here, a practice that is not well-recognized in our world.
          
                    
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           The spiritual practice of being misunderstood….and not correcting people.
          
                    
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           “But Jesus remained silent. Then the high priest said to him, 'I demand in the name of the living God—tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God.'"
          
                    
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           Jesus here is giving us the gift that we need to overcome persecution and lies: stay quiet and let your life vindicate you. Let your silence create your moral authority. Let the empty words of lies show themself as without merit.
           
                      
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           The people I know who walk closely to Jesus practice this the best. They don’t feel the need to justify themselves but:
          
                    
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      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2024 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Three years of friendship.
          &#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Deep conversations.
          &#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Sunrise breakfasts.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Fishing trips.
          &#xD;
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  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Inside jokes.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Campfires.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Pillow talk.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Jesus and Judas hiked thousands of miles together throughout Galilee and Judea. Jesus granted Judas authority to cast out demons and to heal people from diseases. Judas was not just some extra hanging out in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to betray his rabbi.
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           He was one of the boys. To Jesus, he was closer than family.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           Even as Jesus acknowledges Judas’ impending betrayal at the Last Supper his disposition towards him is gentle. He even washes his feet.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           “Hurry and do what you’re going to do.”
          &#xD;
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           There is no apparent spite or vengeance is his voice. Only sorrow mingled with an unwavering fondness.
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           In the garden, Jesus was still reeling emotionally from this wound three years in the making. He knew it was coming, but would that have made the deception hurt any less?
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           Judas arrives in the garden and, as he approaches Jesus, he runs his thumb over the face of a Greek demigod on an ill-shaped silver coin. There is no turning back now. He greets his rabbi with a forced smile, leans in, and kisses Jesus as his final act of betrayal.
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           Still, with the proverbial knife is his back, Jesus refuses to let go.
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           “Do what you came for, friend.”
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
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           Friend.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
        
            In Judas’ worst moment, in the middle of the fateful act of betrayal that would go on to define him for all of human history, Jesus still calls him
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           friend.
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           This betrayal was one of the most painful wounds Jesus received in his last hours. There is no wound that stings like the blade of a friend.
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           The good news is that Jesus is a “friend that sticks closer than a brother.” In our worst moments, our little acts of betrayal, when we’re full of regret and hiding little silver coins in our pockets, he refuses to let us go. 
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
           He still calls us “friend.”
          &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2024 15:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>https://www.redemptionboise.org/lent2</guid>
      <g-custom:tags type="string">lent</g-custom:tags>
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      <title>Kenosis {emptied}</title>
      <link>https://www.redemptionboise.org/lent1</link>
      <description />
      <content:encoded>&lt;div data-rss-type="text"&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h5&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+26%3A36-46&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Matthew 26:36-46
          
                    
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           We say “I am filled with grief,”
          
                    
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  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           And yet it is not the filling but the thing that left us, the lack, 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           this is our sorrow.
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are the bare tree, stripped by winter, 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           yawning creek beds, dry and waiting, 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are the hardened earth. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            ﻿
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/h3&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;&#xD;
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  &lt;img src="https://irp.cdn-website.com/3c5eb566/dms3rep/multi/stations_socialmedia-01.jpg" alt="A poster that says take this cup from me"/&gt;&#xD;
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           Olive branches shiver overhead. 
          
                    
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    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Sit here, 
          
                    
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           Jesus tells his friends. 
          
                    
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    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are often the empty things. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
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           The tired things. 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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           The disappointed things. 
          
                    
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           Like stunned mothers after delivery, once full with child,
          
                    
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           hollowed now by birth, 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           we stare into eternity, that great distance between now 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           and God. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
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  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Take this cup of suffering, 
          
                    
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    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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           Jesus prays.
          
                    
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      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Empty things cannot give. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Friends fail us, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           lovers leave us, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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           bodies trouble us 
          
                    
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  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           piece by piece. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Father! If you are willing!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus cries.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Depleted by the act of simply being awake, drawn towards sleep,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           aren’t we impossibly fragile? 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are vast and then we are nothing, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           rolling in and out like the tide, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           rushing high up on the shore then creeping back down, exposing waterlogged secrets 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            and wet sand. 
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Pray with me, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            Jesus pleads. 
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           This is the rhythm of humanity, of creation, of all that we call home and friend and foe,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           to be full with the sea, then empty as the waters recede,
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           A soggy metaphor of our
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Lenten existence.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Are you still asleep? 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus asks.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Here we are in Lent. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            Here we are in our empty season, watching for higher tides, 
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Binoculars pressed
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           to the horizon of hope. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We say “I am
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            filled
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        
                        
                        
            with grief,”
           
                      
                      &#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           And yet it is not the filling but the thing that left us, the lack, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           this is our sorrow.
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are the bare tree, stripped by winter, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           yawning creek beds, dry and waiting, 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We are the hardened earth. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
            
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Father! Take this cup!
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Jesus weeps. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           Lent is a season of Becoming Empty. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           We sit shiva, stark nights alone in Gethsemane 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           avoiding temptation 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      
                      
                      
           as we listen for the Father’s voice. 
          
                    
                    &#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;p&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;br/&gt;&#xD;
    &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2024 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Practical Radical Hospitality, pt. 3</title>
      <link>https://www.redemptionboise.org/on-hospitality-3-38e37f03b</link>
      <description />
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    &lt;h3&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
        &lt;span&gt;&#xD;
          
                          
                          
                          
          
        
          
        
            Who is God asking you to invite into your home?
           
      
        
      
        
                        
                        
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        &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
      &lt;/span&gt;&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2022 23:18:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           In our culture, we are particularly wary of strangers. From a young age, we are told to not talk to strangers, to avoid people who might not want to be bothered, to mind our own business. These aren't necessarily bad things–often they are extremely useful in keeping us safe. However, as Jessie said last week, “we’ve gotten really good at keeping the wrong people out, but now we can’t seem to find the latch to open that gate back up.” 
          
    
      
    
      
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           We are stuck in this pattern of closing our doors to anyone that might potentially be harmful or even uncomfortable to us, and forgetting that we can walk out of our doors and through other people's. And as Robert said, hospitality "doesn't belong in our cultural narrative anymore." We no longer see strangers as people to welcome in. Rather, we see them as a threat, to our safety, to our well-being, to our comfort, to our routine, to our convenience. And we've been very busy telling stories that perpetuate this narrative. 
          
    
      
    
      
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            father, and restores the relationship. We can also use stories for extreme harm; for example, the systematic oppression and dehumanization of people of color in films that portray them as servants, slaves, sidekicks, and villans, rather than as the leading characters we are taught to look up to. This is why representation is so important, because stories allow us to imagine the way our relationships, choices, patterns, and future could potentially look. And we don't see this only in fictional stories, but, even more powerful, through social media and our news sources as well. 
           
      
        
      
        
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            This causes us to ask: what stories does our current culture tell us about strangers? What sort of stories make Netflix's Top 10? What content fills our news feeds? How are strangers and marginalized people portrayed? What parts of their stories are highlighted?
           
      
        
      
        
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           What would it look like for us to change the narrative, to start telling good stories in our own small spheres of influence that demonstrate the love of Jesus bleeding into relationships, infusing our interactions with kindness rather than hostility? 
          
    
      
    
      
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           Jesus was always changing the narrative–taking what people thought and flipping it upside down. And we have spent every day since trying to set things back the way they used to be, before Jesus made everything uncomfortable, different, and risky. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           He preached a whole sermon riffing on the statement, "you have heard it said… but I say…" He spent time with people who seem to us dirty, immoral, and dangerous. In response to the question, "who is my neighbor?", a question that 2000 years later we really haven't stopped asking, he tells a story that seems so backward to us. He tells of a man who was nearly fatally beaten and dumped along the side of the road. A leader of the religious establishment walks past him as he is dying. A priest walks past him, and chooses not to get his hands dirty either. Then, a stranger from a different country sees him, pays for him to have a place to stay and get well, provides food for him, and covers any additional expenses that he racks up. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           However, in our culture of individualism, we pledge our allegiance to the god of independence, rather than the God of generosity. We value individual effort and initiative above all and expect others, even those who are in desperate need of embodied aid, to simply listen to our chiding and follow, without help, the same path that we did. Our personal maps are not universal, with different terrains, starting points, previous experiences, landscapes, cultures and values. It is for this reason, perhaps, that these maps (and the accompanying suggestions) are not actually as helpful as we assume. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           We live our lives with so many maps: digital maps on our phones, maps of our day, our week, and our life. Our freedom to move about these landscapes the way that we want to is held as our chief good. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           The kingdom of God has soft edges and open doors–can this be said of our own hearts towards those in need? There is a force in the world seeking to make things right, and we are being invited into this same work of justice as brokenness is made whole again. We must become people who instinctively say yes when there is need. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           There are 1000+ people in our city whose maps have been demolished, who have no idea what their own future holds, who have found themselves in an environment in deep need for a safe place. You have something that someone else needs that will change their life. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           From offering a rental property you own, building an accessory dwelling unit (ADU) on your property, and cosigning and leveraging your credit for a family in need, to donations, advocacy, or even simply cultivating a relationship with someone that needs a friend, we have the resources to come alongside those who are in need. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           Because the fact is, we all know what it feels like to have our plans disrupted, that anxious fear that takes over our body as we frantically grip the semblance of control we still have left. In those moments, all we want is for someone to notice, to welcome our messy life without expectation or shame, to enter into it with us and offer a listening heart and helping hand. God does this for us, and we have the opportunity to do that same thing for people who need it. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           We will not trust in franchising or empire-building through propagation. Rather, we will value the empowerment of every micro-church community to contextualize the proclamation and demonstration of the Gospel to the people they hope to reach. Our culture is one of deculturalization and “becoming all things to all people.” We believe in contextualized structures with revolutionary content. Learning from the ministry of Jesus, we will not try to bring surface transformation (to culture or structures) but rather contextualize our structures to what people can and will understand, so that the revolutionary message of the Kingdom of Jesus and the liberating work of the Holy Spirit will be received and implemented.
           
      
        
      
        
                        
                        
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           While we understand that our most transforming ministry will take place among our own demographics and geographically located in our own city, we commit ourselves to the mission of God to reach the whole world. We believe that Jesus came as the savior, not of one people group but of all peoples, that the kingdom of God is universal, and that the great longing of all souls is a desire for belonging, peace and a whole heart. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We will live out Christ’s mission because we are sent people, just as he was sent.
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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            We will live out Christ’s mission because we are sent people, just as he was sent. We believe that the church is not the church until it is engaged in the mission for which God has called it to. We crave healing, discipleship and intimacy with God. However, we believe that all of these things come in large part through obedience to the mission. We believe that our own healing comes through offering healing to others and that discipleship does not primarily take place in a lecture but rather through action. We believe that intimacy with God comes from being in his presence and through submission to his will, by doing what he is doing. Since we believe that the life of Jesus and the early church demonstrated that God himself is with the lost and the poor of the earth, proclaiming the Good News of His Kingdom, we also believe that when we co-labor with Jesus as workers in his harvest field, we not only bring the kingdom into that place, but we also experience the deepest and truest intimacy with God.
           
      
        
      
      
                      
                      
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           We commit to live a life free from clutter and the allure of materialism. We affirm that every believer and every community of believers has a responsibility to renounce the sins of its own people. As North Americans we renounce the slavery and idolatry of materialism through embracing a simple lifestyle. We do not believe that money or things are in themselves evil or to be avoided, but that the love of money and things is one of the greatest perils western believers face in our time, that possessions are an appetite to manage. We willingly use material things and wealth for the service of the Kingdom, but not for personal fulfillment or inappropriate luxury. We believe that the Earth was given to humanity as provision, as a resource of raw materials to steward and create from, not to dominate, exploit or destroy. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We affirm that every culture and ethnicity, while imperfect, reflects the mosaic of God’s own image and together we better glorify and serve the God of a diverse Creation. We value every people, language, and culture in our Valley and in the world. We believe that the church of Jesus Christ was meant to demonstrate the power of the gospel through reconciliation, unity, and the beauty of a multi-ethnic community. For that reason we do not just admire multi-ethnic communities, but purpose to become one. We do not believe in being color blind. Rather, we hope to accept and include the beauty and wisdom of every culture in our city and in our communities.
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2022 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           Throughout the last few years, there has not been much room for doubt, inside and outside the church. The walls of the places we travel through are firm and thick, with an air that feels heavy and anxious. The ticket in is a strong opinion, and the back door is a questioning spirit. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           But then, in the middle of this gray world of arguments and dogma, the Kingdom of Heaven slips in, in spurts and starts and one tiny step at a time. The kingdom of God is spacious and has soft edges, as the presence of God breaks in with light and color, reminding us that in this particular kingdom there is room. Room for those questions that feel too big to utter. Room for honest doubt. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           These stories are are scattered throughout the Psalms (specifically the psalms of Asaph,) in the stories of Elijah battling depression in the desert, Moses begging God to choose someone else to deliver the Israelites, Joseph despairing in the Egyptian jail, and Gideon repeatedly asking for a sign that he is doing the right thing. We see doubt in the Lamentations of Jeremiah, Ezekiel in the valley of dry bones, and in Naomi’s distress in her response to the death of her husband and sons. We see it in Mary of Bethany, who we often remember for the story of her sitting at Jesus’ feet while her anxious sister prepares dinner, but forget she also hid from Jesus after her brother’s death, and then bitterly yelled at him: “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” There is the story of Thomas, labeled “doubting” by history, but whom you can’t blame; would you have believed it if your friends told you the man you loved, your dear friend, whom you saw die, was suddenly alive again? There are the disciples, losing their minds in a storm on the Sea of Galilee while Jesus slept in their boat. The story of Zechariah the priest, made mute for nine months as consequence for doubting the angel of the Lord, doubting because it was an unexpected answer to a long unanswered prayer. His legacy of doubt was passed down to his own son-the answer to his prayer- John the Baptist, as he sat in jail for his radical message, questioning if Jesus was actually the Messiah, or if he should keep looking for someone else. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           So what does it mean, for us, in this moment, to invite ourselves to this honest place with God? What does it mean to allow the soft edges of God's kingdom to soften the edges of our own heart, as we consider our own doubts and the doubts of those around us? 
          
    
      
    
      
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           Perhaps it looks like sitting in silence and allowing a question you've been harboring to float to the surface without shame, speaking kindly to yourself as a loving parent speaks to a small child. Perhaps it means practicing holding the doubt in one hand, and your identity as a beloved child of God in the other. Perhaps it is a conversation with people you trust, naming your questions and holding space for the questions of others, without demanding a clear cut answer. Perhaps it is listening more than we speak and leaning into what we hear, even if it feels unexpected and scary. 
          
    
      
    
      
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      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2022 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>robert@solidcreative.media (Robert Frazier)</author>
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           Because we value community and simplicity, we commit ourselves to both sharing and giving. As we are filled up with the abundant love and generous mercy of our Maker, we are able to release our grip on our own resources, trusting that God will provide. We affirm that the basis for our own generous hearts stems from a commitment to believe that God will take the chaos of our own circumstance and make order, as God pours out the best of himself onto his creation. In the face of our deepest fears of insecurity and scarcity, God satisfies us with good things, at the proper time. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           From this perspective, we are able to open our hands, willing to cultivate and care for the land and our own possessions with courage and humility. We share because it promotes authentic relationships and breaks the bondage of selfish possessiveness. We believe the western doctrine of personal property is imperfect and needs to be tempered with the more biblical value of generosity and sacrifice. When we share what we have with others, we confess that God is the true owner, and that we are only stewards of his creation and the resources he apportions us for his purposes. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We will also give, because in giving we destroy the grip of materialism over our hearts as we release our resources, time, wealth, and possessions completely into the control of another. For that reason we will pursue relentless generosity and the holding of all things in common. We encourage our people to give as often and as generously as they can, and to consider themselves stewards of everything in their care. Likewise, the collective finances of the church and ministries should set an example in this regard. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We believe that when God asks us to step out, we can move forward in faith towards our trustworthy God, whose generosity leads to our generosity. We value this connection with God and each other, believing that everything we have comes from our great and generous God, as we learn to stop resource guarding and hand over our inheritance for the sake of the whole. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We affirm the priesthood of all believers. We affirm each person who has given their life in surrender to Jesus and the kingdom has been empowered to hear and fulfill a unique calling from Jesus, possible only by the Spirit of God indwelling and working through every person who believes. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           In our role as priests and mediators, this Spirit draws us into our original mission—communion with the Godhead—and breathes new life into us as the Spirit fills us with his presence as we make space for others to know Jesus. As children of God, welcomed into God's family, the Spirit prompts us to hear God's voice and walk accordingly to accomplish the good work God has gotten ready for us to do. These good works form us as people of love, humble and gentle, shaped along the same lines of formation as Jesus, who we seek to emulate. Because we have freely received, we can freely give, filled up with the message we are called to proclaim: "the kingdom is near." 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           Therefore, as priests we work towards empowering everyone to hear and fulfill the calling of Jesus in their life. We affirm the unique, sacred creation of each human, every person divinely designed with an eternal destiny, an original artwork, a gift from God to the world, a person in whom God delights and dwells. From this posture, we believe God wants to partner with us in the work he's equipped us to do, in the middle of our ordinary lives, through our interests, passions, dreams, talents, and personalities, all affirmed in community. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           God is not in the disembodied business of making machines, constructed creations with steel plates and metal rods, wiring and electricity. Rather, since the beginning, God touches us with a Spirit that moves and breathes, forming us into beings with brains and bodies that listen, speak, taste, smell, feel, remember, and connect with our Maker and each other. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           With Jesus as our model, we want our lives to be characterized by passion. We are not forced to join in, but God in his mercy continually asks us to follow him—not because he is dependent on us, but because God values our transformation.  In the most basic sense, a life of passion indicates that we should be moved by our relationship with God, and maintain a high level of dedication in all we do for Him. In a deeper sense it means that we value suffering and sacrifice. We must step over the threshold of faith again and again, believing that God is good. We know that the adversary will attack us with ancient lies, and our suffering comes as we face them, affirming that God will take care of us. We seek to lay down lies and ask for truth in exchange. We believe that it is through the death of these lies that we will experience resurrection and be made new, transformed as a community as we see the face of God reflected through each other's renewal in Christ. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We see Jesus’ willingness to suffer for the lost and the hopeless as a model for all who would come after him, indicating that we, too, are to take up our cross and walk the way of suffering. This doesn't mean that we seek pain or persecution, but that we do not shrink back from it. We are willing to open ourselves up to God shaping us through painful circumstances, discovering and discerning the Spirit's voice that guides us through anxiety with hope. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We are convinced that the clearest expression of the Gospel is a wild love, and that love is forever defined by Jesus in His death for us. We value the kind of radical faith that expects every believer to be ready and willing to suffer and sacrifice for Jesus, his name and his kingdom. We believe that the deaths we suffer for the kingdom are more opportunities for stones to be rolled away. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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            We realize that this value is countercultural to the world's emphasis on prosperity and the idea that in all things God wants to give us personal success, exalting our individual kingdoms. We denounce this idea and affirm that the Kingdom of God will not be built through selfish ambition, but through passionate, sacrificial love of God and our neighbor alike.
           
      
        
      
        
                        
                        
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           The slow rhythm of Jesus' life was syncopated with interruption, characterized by open eyes as he lifted the heavy burdens, physically and emotionally, off of aching people who hoped he would make them well. Jesus' days were made up of nearly exclusively unforeseen encounters with people asking to be made whole—asking to be seen. Every time, Jesus stopped, and fully turned his attention towards the person seeking his care.
          
    
      
    
      
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           I am reminded of Jesus' story in the book of Luke about a rich man and a beggar named Lazarus. Lazarus, covered in sores, lays at the gate of the rich man, longing for any food the rich man can spare. It is implied that the rich man, noticeably nameless in this story, steps over Lazarus every day in order to leave his home, and does not fulfill Lazarus' desire to be taken care of. Eventually, both Lazarus and the rich man die, Lazarus carried by angels into heaven and the rich man to "the place of the dead." He begs Father Abraham to allow him a cool drink, and to warn his brothers of their impending doom, but Abraham refuses. "If they won't listen to Moses, they won't be persuaded," he says. "Even if someone rises from the dead." 
          
    
      
    
      
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           I wonder, who is the Lazarus in our lives? Who is laying across our threshold that we step over every day? What people do we consider inconvenient, frustrating, needy, or irresponsible, that we would rather ignore than love? What has happened in the core of our heart that makes us so resistant to being interrupted? What do we miss in the interruptions of our life that we rush past, over, or around? Where has the lie of scarcity slipped into our rule of life, scarcity of time, money, energy, and love? 
          
    
      
    
      
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           In the kingdom of God, there is more than enough. Into our cracked souls, God sings a melody of abundance, reminding us that we are loved entirely. God fills us with so much love that it runs over and pours onto our lap, and consequently, onto those around us. Only when we are secure in the people God has made us to be can we release our grip of control, living a life in the way of Jesus, a life that makes space for interruption. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           We believe being on mission for Jesus means loving each other and the world at large. From beginning to end and everywhere in between, the Bible communicates that loving well is vital, exemplified by a conscious commitment to our small communities and the church community at large. We believe this commitment is a commitment to each other's burdens and needs, both physical and emotional. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We believe that God calls us into his mission and ministry together, never alone. We believe that God exists in community, and it is our role to join those places that God is already working, that we might be an expression of God's love to those around us. We believe that God did not intend for us to be alone, and that isolation, fear of each other, and spiritual competition are cancers in the church. We believe that moral and theological failures, controlling leadership, and many of our emotional struggles stem from a lack of community. As we practice this radical love, we seek to remove burdens rather than add more on. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           The prophet Hosea once wrote, "they have planted the wind and will harvest the whirlwind." He was speaking about God's people who had traveled away from God into the darkness of the soul, one moment, one choice, at a time. Because the truth remains–whatever we plant will inevitably grow. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           Each choice we make in our day is like a seed we place into the fertile ground of our heart. How might we, as God's people, in the middle of this tempest of a garden we find ourselves in, begin to plant seeds that do not cause destruction, but instead bring justice? What would it look like to sow seeds of peace and reap a harvest of righteousness? 
          
    
      
    
    
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           We are constantly planting gardens in the floors of our homes, churches, and neighborhoods. As we consciously choose to be shaped in the way of Jesus as a community, even in the discomfort, may we witness a garden of hope sprouting up everywhere and singing of the Kingdom of God–herbs of kindness, tomato plants of tiny delights, and wildflowers of every kind of gentleness, humility, and gratitude. 
          
    
      
    
    
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      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2022 11:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           As a peculiar people in a world opposed to God, we commit to pursue humility as one of the chief virtues, entering into our communities with a posture of thinking of others as better than ourselves. We believe humility is knowing your belovedness in Christ and having the courage to live into that reality. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We believe humility is not simply considering others as equal to ourselves, because practically speaking, equality will not bring about the change we need. Rather, we must consider others as better than ourselves. We value humility as strong medicine for the cancer of our pride. We believe humility is cultivated in community as a practice that develops patience, forgiveness, respect, kindness, and a willingness to be wrong, seeds of peace planted as we learn to live alongside one another, and as we allow ourselves to be shaped and formed in the way of Jesus. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We expect this humility in leadership, relationships, theology, the contextualization of our mission, our prayer, and even our appraisal of ourselves and others. We are convinced that humility is necessary for following Jesus as an individual and as a community. We hope to be flexible and willing to learn, refining our commitments and expanding our understanding and revelation of God and God's call upon us.
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           The move from pride to humility is largely done in a way that moves from the outside in, starting with what we do for and alongside those around us. We don’t develop humility and then act in humble ways. Rather we must consciously choose the path of humility— valuing it as a practice that shapes us into humble people, laying down our preferences for the sake of the world. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           I can't help but think about Martha and Mary after Lazarus' death. I imagine Martha, wringing her hands, pacing around her home, rushing to the door at the slightest sound in a frantic attempt to hold on to her faith as she prayed for Jesus to actually come. I imagine Mary, distraught and unwilling to move, weeping in mourning and despair. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           We often remember the glorious ending, but rush over the messy wilderness of the middle. Especially in our world that likes to skip the hard things, that numbs us to the feelings that surface in the mundane, that forces our phones out of our pockets at stop lights and in line for coffee, we hate waiting. This is even more acute when the waiting is uncomfortable rather than just boring, from the ache of unfulfilled longing to the sharp pain of loss. 
          
    
      
    
      
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           During this last collective season, we have been doing quite a lot of that: waiting. We've embodied those feelings of anxiety and restlessness as we wait for Jesus to show up, and we've laid face down and wept at what has felt like the end of the world. 
          
    
      
    
      
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            What would it look like for us to submit to the discipline of what has always been a core practice for God's people: patience? Throughout the Biblical narrative, we find God's people are shaped in the waiting, in the wilderness and outside tombs. Through the daily rhythms of paying generous attention–contemplation–God draws near, watering a new thing in us. 
           
      
        
      
        
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            As we sit in these long moments (or weeks, or years) of contemplation, what does it look like for us to be shaped in the slow way of God? I wonder what God might have for us in the waiting, what God might be whispering to us in the in-between moments. Often, our restless hearts have to sit with things for a long time before they change, like a river carving out a mountain, or a seed germinating in the soil. As we tend to the growth of our soul, choosing to opt-in to the discomfort of waiting instead of running away from it, God cultivates beauty in the darkness. And we are made new.
           
      
        
      
        
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           We value the paradox of exuberance and zeal in worship, community life, and evangelism, while at the same time wholeheartedly pursuing the rhythm and profound importance of silence and solitude for personal contemplation and rest. We affirm seasons of zeal and charismatic expression of the greatness and majesty of God in tandem with reflective and meditative seasons before God, valuing each and both together as equals. We believe that this latter, quiet expression of faith is what prompts us into tangible action, as an organic result of our trust in God, rather than the proof of it. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We believe that zeal with contemplation is a two-fold rhythm of active trust in action and a focus on our inner life. It is not a balance but a gentle swaying between the two, as we consider the equally important practices involved in both, from service and labor to silence and solitude. To combat an activism that can lead to burnout, we value practices of silence and solitude as gatekeepers of our soul and as liturgies that usher us into the presence of God where we begin to pray, intentionally listening to God's voice. We believe these practices that tend to our inner life in God's presence are where our own zeal is cultivated, practices that ultimately propel us back into the life of the community, as refreshed and renewed people of justice and peace. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We hope our lives may be a fusion of both zeal, lived ablaze and unashamed for God, and contemplation, lived in deep awareness and quiet appreciation for God. As we spend time with the Father, we can then go freely into the world to love God and our neighbor. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           We commit ourselves to live a life of prayer because we believe that only God can accomplish what He calls us to do and that God should receive the glory. What a radical change in perspective. It isn’t about what we can do for God but rather praying for God to act and asking how we can participate.
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           As stated in James, we believe the prayers of a righteous person are powerful and effective. We believe that, like Elijah, we have a direct line to the Almighty Creator, and the Creator's power is what fills us with the power to pray in earnest. For this reason, we believe the church should be committed to night and day prayer for the world, the coming of the Kingdom and a deeper revelation of God. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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            We value prayer because we believe we are all called to the ministry of intercession and we want to see God's Kingdom come. If we are praying missionally, when we see people on the margins, we believe it is our call to welcome them and treat them as people who need our love and care, through the power of Jesus, the Messiah. We seek to embody the heart of ancient, missional prayer: to love the Lord with all of ourselves, and to love our neighbor as ourselves (Matthew 12)
           
      
        
      
        
                        
                        
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           We trust the authority, reliability and truth of canonical Scripture. In humility, we acknowledge we do not fully understand God and the world God made. For that reason, we rely on the Bible as our rule of our faith, teaching us what we do not know, challenging us in our daily liturgies, and leading us away from our misconceptions, self-deceptions, and convenient ideas about life and God. We don’t choose which parts of the Bible we want to believe, obey or understand. Rather, we submit to the entirety of Biblical Scripture because we trust that it reveals the truth that is beyond us– namely, Jesus. 
          
    
      
    
      
                      
                      
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           This is the very end of the Apostle's Creed, the series of statements at the center of our faith, a distillation of what it means to be a follower of Jesus. This ancient document travels through the trinity, detailing what we believe about God the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, respectively. We've been thinking about the creed and what its words mean for us in the story of our belonging, first to Christ and then, therefore, each other. We've been wrestling with what it means to be a community Learning the Way of Jesus. 
          
    
      
    
      
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