Gather round. Pull up a chair. I’d like to tell you a true story about a woman we’ll call Shari.
What would happen if we would #liveloved?
When we realize that the gospel is a proclamation of good news, then we become heralds who interact face-to-face with those to whom the message relates.
What do you want? An adventurous life? A life with twists and turns? A journey opened up to vast possibilities, always moving toward the new, leaving the old in the dust?
The more I learn about the vast size of the universe, and the more I realize how massive and completely other our God is, the more I wrestle with how he can care about this peon named Allison.
Passionate well-worded speeches may inspire the masses but a weakly uttered “Help” moves the heart of God.
But yet, whenever we drove into town, to church or to school, I was drawn to those fields we passed in which a lone tree stood, firm and spreading in the center of the flat space. There was usually just one tree and although the farmland engulfed everything around it, the tree was often strong and substantial in size.
When scripture says God so loved the world, it doesn’t mean he loves only the wealthy or the male or the American or the white skinned or the baby after a certain stage of development or the heterosexual person or the citizen or the people who contribute financially/are beneficial to society.