it’s words that provoke me on a tuesday afternoon, in the midst of unemployment, yearning to do something, anything.
it’s words that slice to my core on a tuesday evening four weeks later, on something i’d forgotten about but was nonetheless very much interested in.
it’s the dollop of Jesus immediately after, the slap in the face, the salt in the wound, as though to invoke faith makes it all better, makes it all disappear.
rejection stings as sharply as an adult as it did a child, and the banner is the same.
i am a wiltse, and i do. not. cry. but the words in the email on a tuesday evening won’t let my eyes dam the floodwaters back.
deciding that yes, actually, i did believe this audacious Jesus was in fact God, did in fact do miracles, and went through an incarnation, unspeakable torture, and an excruciating death ON MY BEHALF and then deciding to live out the good news that all of that saves me, not just from hell, but to Himself, and to the service of His kingdom, and deciding i would, in fact, spend my life trying to figure out how on earth i’m supposed to reconcile that truth with my hot mess of a life is THE HARDEST thing i have EVER done. • aw, “kingdom grind“
The fact of the matter is, the church is made up of us. So what does that mean, exactly? It means that the church is going to be a representation of the people that make up the body… You know when my life changed? It changed when I stopped looking at the leaders of my church as people who were far above me, and started realizing that they were people just like me. • ar, “church“
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