Last night I had a very thought provoking conversation with my friend John Lamb. John is much older than me, nearly twice my age, and I relish moments with him because I am able to learn so much through his life experience and place with God.
We discussed a difference in theology, a theology most evangelical Christians have in this country, and neither John nor I agree is biblical. I guess I've had this point of view for sometime, but never categorized it until John brought it up. Forgive me for I have forgotten the exact terms, but the basic concepts are a boundary theology and a centric theology of Christians and Non-Christians.
The boundary type reasoning is what I would imagine most evangelicals hold true in this country. It is an Us vs. Them mentality. "What are we as Christians going to do to bring Non-Christians to Christ?" is a type of question they would entertain. The idea is that there is a boundary of an "in crowd" and not. Christians are in the "in crowd" and are viewing others outside their realm. Now there can be many categories of boundaries, and depending on which denomination or dare I say sect, you hold firm to, may define your boundaries different from another. Examples may include baptism by sprinkling or by submersion, or is it right for Christians to drink or not, or when is a person truly saved; at point of confession or after baptism? It does not matter what your boundaries are, but the point is there are boundaries and there are those of us that are inside and those of us that our outside.
The centric type model is where I think I conceptually agree with more. I say conceptually because I can admit I don't often live it, but if I had to stick with something, this is where I stand. The idea is that everyone is on the inside with Christ in the center. Think of it as a circle with a center point. God is outside the circle, inside the circle, and the center of the circle. He is everywhere. So, we take the understanding God is with everyone, loves everyone, and desires everyone to be close to him. The idea that everyone, no matter what their political affiliation, race, gender, religion, or ideology, is an image bearer of Christ. Now they may not be saved and in personal relationship with Christ, but they are image bearers, and they have value.
I once heard from a speaker a few years ago the statement, "You'll never look into the eye of someone whom God doesn't love." If our starting point in our theology is along the lines of, God loves everyone, and we are all together in this, than our ministry will take on a different shape. Think of the word outreach. For one to reach out, there must be a point of crossing over. I'd venture to say outreach is a term used in boundary type thinking. "We need to cross over the fence to the fallen and bring them to our side." But if we think that everyone is on a level field, all in God's grace and passion, then we don't go out, to a targeted group, we just live amongst everyone, no matter if they are considered "in" or "out." It isn't a mental decision to talk to a person about God, but rather we live in relationship with others and naturally live out our faith with those around us. There isn't this missional focus, but more of a community.
Don't twist what I am saying to think that missions trips and planned events are wrong; I'm not saying that at all, as I have been on many of those programs. My experience however with these mission trips, and the experience I have heard from many people is that they go overseas with the intent to change the world, and realize how much they didn't change the place they were going, but how much that place changed them. Could it be that God sends us to those places to set our minds straight? Maybe he already has a plan for those people you intended to reach and it doesn't involve you. Maybe God wants to work on you, so you change to be a greater, more brilliant representation of Him just where you are.
I realized how much I don't live or desire to live in a boundary area relationally the other day when I was talking with my wife. We have a mutual friend who will make a perfect wife, but there just hasn't been a guy worthy enough for her. Not because of her standards, but because we just haven't seen anyone as close with God as she is to keep up with her. So, I feel almost obligated to find this Mr. Perfect for her, but when I think about my Godly male friends, they are all married. All my other guy buddies are non-Christians, and they are the friends I desire to have. I have my group of Christian friends who I can share these thoughts with and love every moment I spend with them, but I definitely love my moments with people far from Christ. I don't desire to only relate to those who read their bibles. I desire to relate to those who bear the image of Christ, and as far as I can see, I encounter them frequently.
The personal application for me is, how bright am I shining for those not in relationship with Jesus? Am I bringing them any closer to the center, or am I simply living where I feel comfortable?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Unit
Awhile back, I was introduced to the military show, The Unit, based on the highly secretive and trained Delta Force. My buddy who is in that line of employment showed me the first episode and I have really enjoyed watching the episodes as the different stories unfold.
Just the other day I watched one that for some reason struck a chord inside of me. Jonas, played by Dennis Haysbert, is the lead role in the show, and the team leader. His wife Molly and him have one daughter who shows up in this particular episode in a rude fashion, and the parents are trying to deal with her. She breaks into the house, "because she forgot her key" and attempts to steal her birth certificate so she can drop out of college and enlist in the Army.
Where I found it interesting is how Molly and Jonas handle the situation. Their daughter is really "lippy," and should have been appropriately scolded - which Molly did. It was the typical parent - child dispute where the kid thinks they know something and the parents know better - so the feud begins. Molly takes the approach of - "I brought you into this world and I will take you out before you speak to me like that again." Jonas has a different tactic, which Molly sarcastically and critically called "daddying her up."
Jonas takes his daughter shooting. In between rounds of fire, the two had a conversation about joining the military. The daughter made the statement, "what do you fear?" Jonas replied, "I fear no man," then he looked at his daughter and smiled, "only one woman." Referring to his wife Molly who is very much a competent woman. She laughs, and Jonas follows up by saying, "Courage is moving towards danger when there is a means of escape." He tells her if she finishes college and still wants to go into the military, he'll give her, her first salute. She says, "I'll try." Jonas promptly retorts, "I'll try means I'll fail. If you don't know that, you have no business being in the military." And like all good shows, that last less than an hour, the daughter repents of her ways, and decides to go back to college and finish. It was all happy.
I realize I just described something really not that important, but those three lines from Jonas caught my attention. Sure the one about "fearing" his wife was comical, but the other two about courage and trying really hit me. Why they hit me, I don't know. But it was enough for me to pause, rewind it and watch the scene unfold again. I even took the time to write about it here. Maybe I have something to learn. Maybe it is the fact I have a pregnant wife and someday I'll handle a similar situation. I just don't know.
Just the other day I watched one that for some reason struck a chord inside of me. Jonas, played by Dennis Haysbert, is the lead role in the show, and the team leader. His wife Molly and him have one daughter who shows up in this particular episode in a rude fashion, and the parents are trying to deal with her. She breaks into the house, "because she forgot her key" and attempts to steal her birth certificate so she can drop out of college and enlist in the Army.
Where I found it interesting is how Molly and Jonas handle the situation. Their daughter is really "lippy," and should have been appropriately scolded - which Molly did. It was the typical parent - child dispute where the kid thinks they know something and the parents know better - so the feud begins. Molly takes the approach of - "I brought you into this world and I will take you out before you speak to me like that again." Jonas has a different tactic, which Molly sarcastically and critically called "daddying her up."
Jonas takes his daughter shooting. In between rounds of fire, the two had a conversation about joining the military. The daughter made the statement, "what do you fear?" Jonas replied, "I fear no man," then he looked at his daughter and smiled, "only one woman." Referring to his wife Molly who is very much a competent woman. She laughs, and Jonas follows up by saying, "Courage is moving towards danger when there is a means of escape." He tells her if she finishes college and still wants to go into the military, he'll give her, her first salute. She says, "I'll try." Jonas promptly retorts, "I'll try means I'll fail. If you don't know that, you have no business being in the military." And like all good shows, that last less than an hour, the daughter repents of her ways, and decides to go back to college and finish. It was all happy.
I realize I just described something really not that important, but those three lines from Jonas caught my attention. Sure the one about "fearing" his wife was comical, but the other two about courage and trying really hit me. Why they hit me, I don't know. But it was enough for me to pause, rewind it and watch the scene unfold again. I even took the time to write about it here. Maybe I have something to learn. Maybe it is the fact I have a pregnant wife and someday I'll handle a similar situation. I just don't know.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Time to write again
I've tried to pull up this page time and time again to write down something, anything, to capture my thoughts. But every time, I end up deleting what I wrote because it doesn't feel important or even worthy to put "to paper." So here is another attempt as trying to create something.
I just got out of the detentions academy, which consisted of 3 more weeks of power point presentations run by people who were never meant to be teachers, and topics that were past dry for content. The only upside to my situation, is that the academy ended last thursday, and I don't start work until tomorrow, this thursday. I was blessed to have some time off, when most of my other friends did not.
What did I do? I went to one of my favorite places on earth. I went to my dad's ranch to just be a guy, doing guy things. Virtually all my memories of the ranch take place with my good friend Mitch. I've known Mitch since we were in 1st grade, and we have been going to the ranch together ever since. We don't even need specific plans, just a couple of guns, some ammo, maybe a fishing pole, and we have a great time.
This trip was no different. My dad gave us one objective - to kill a beaver that has been doing what beavers do, damming up a water way. Other than that, we were free to do as we pleased. Most of our days consisted of driving around to the different ponds and shooting turtles that have been killing our fish. There is just something rewarding hearing the "thump" of a nicely placed round into the shell of an unsuspecting turtle, and then accompanied by a nice splash. Sorry if that seems cruel to anyone.
We grilled, drank a few brews, watched a couple of movies, stared into the enormous sky at the countless stars, and just lived in the moment. It was exactly what I wanted to do - a few day stretch were nothing was begging for our attention, we were free to do as we pleased.
Now, I am back home, and have the fun job of getting up at about 4:30 in the morning tomorrow to get started with my new job. I'm looking forward to it, but can't deny the freedom in those past few days, and the sheer relaxation that took place.
I just got out of the detentions academy, which consisted of 3 more weeks of power point presentations run by people who were never meant to be teachers, and topics that were past dry for content. The only upside to my situation, is that the academy ended last thursday, and I don't start work until tomorrow, this thursday. I was blessed to have some time off, when most of my other friends did not.
What did I do? I went to one of my favorite places on earth. I went to my dad's ranch to just be a guy, doing guy things. Virtually all my memories of the ranch take place with my good friend Mitch. I've known Mitch since we were in 1st grade, and we have been going to the ranch together ever since. We don't even need specific plans, just a couple of guns, some ammo, maybe a fishing pole, and we have a great time.
This trip was no different. My dad gave us one objective - to kill a beaver that has been doing what beavers do, damming up a water way. Other than that, we were free to do as we pleased. Most of our days consisted of driving around to the different ponds and shooting turtles that have been killing our fish. There is just something rewarding hearing the "thump" of a nicely placed round into the shell of an unsuspecting turtle, and then accompanied by a nice splash. Sorry if that seems cruel to anyone.
We grilled, drank a few brews, watched a couple of movies, stared into the enormous sky at the countless stars, and just lived in the moment. It was exactly what I wanted to do - a few day stretch were nothing was begging for our attention, we were free to do as we pleased.
Now, I am back home, and have the fun job of getting up at about 4:30 in the morning tomorrow to get started with my new job. I'm looking forward to it, but can't deny the freedom in those past few days, and the sheer relaxation that took place.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It's a Good Day
It is an absolute fantastic day today. How can I say that when it is only 7:15 in the morning? Because my awesome wife Alisha is coming home today from an almost month long trip to Israel! I've missed her a ton.
If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. I was so excited when she told me back in January that this trip was available to her. I told her I would do whatever I had to, to make enough money for her to experience that wonderful place. I just don't think I'd ever be able to get her, or us for that matter, to Israel at any other point in the future. So this was her shot, and we got her there.
Now life in our small apartment has been significantly different with her absence. With there only being 3 rooms, including the bathroom, Alisha and I usually run into each other when she is home. It is next to impossible not to be around one another in our home. So while she's been gone, the silence has been loud, the food has been bland (Mac n Cheese, and Ramen Noodles), and the entire place just doesn't feel the warmth it usually has when she is present.
But tonight, that all changes. Tonight at 6:35, her connecting flight from London arrives at DIA, and I get to pick her up. I am preparing to see her. You know when you see a young child, maybe a nephew, cousin, or just someone you know, then leave for a period of time. When you encounter that child again, they have completely changed. Well, Alisha is pregnant. When she left for Israel, she had no showing of a pregnant belly, but in emails from her, she says it is apparent now. So, the image in my mind is of my smoking hot, skinny, non-pregnant looking wife, but when I see her, she'll have this little belly poking through.
It just makes it all the better. I know I wrote in a previous blog that I was really nervous about having kids, but I am coming more and more to grips with it. To be honest, I am excited, but not wanting it to come all at once. I am looking forward to the period of waiting and being there for Alisha. I'm sure the preggo hormones will get old and annoying, but as for now, I am excited.
The Love of my life will be here in less than 12 hours!
If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. I was so excited when she told me back in January that this trip was available to her. I told her I would do whatever I had to, to make enough money for her to experience that wonderful place. I just don't think I'd ever be able to get her, or us for that matter, to Israel at any other point in the future. So this was her shot, and we got her there.
Now life in our small apartment has been significantly different with her absence. With there only being 3 rooms, including the bathroom, Alisha and I usually run into each other when she is home. It is next to impossible not to be around one another in our home. So while she's been gone, the silence has been loud, the food has been bland (Mac n Cheese, and Ramen Noodles), and the entire place just doesn't feel the warmth it usually has when she is present.
But tonight, that all changes. Tonight at 6:35, her connecting flight from London arrives at DIA, and I get to pick her up. I am preparing to see her. You know when you see a young child, maybe a nephew, cousin, or just someone you know, then leave for a period of time. When you encounter that child again, they have completely changed. Well, Alisha is pregnant. When she left for Israel, she had no showing of a pregnant belly, but in emails from her, she says it is apparent now. So, the image in my mind is of my smoking hot, skinny, non-pregnant looking wife, but when I see her, she'll have this little belly poking through.
It just makes it all the better. I know I wrote in a previous blog that I was really nervous about having kids, but I am coming more and more to grips with it. To be honest, I am excited, but not wanting it to come all at once. I am looking forward to the period of waiting and being there for Alisha. I'm sure the preggo hormones will get old and annoying, but as for now, I am excited.
The Love of my life will be here in less than 12 hours!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Beauty from Ashes
Today at church, we had a guest preacher. The guest preachers I have usually encountered are considered famous in some way, and usually on the later ends of life on the age spectrum. But today was different. Today we had Josh Weidmann speak. Josh is only 25 years old and attended Colorado Community Church growing up. Josh also was also in class at Columbine on April 20th, 1999. Josh watched his friends and classmates die as the two gunmen sought blood.
Josh could have resented God. Josh could have turned his back on faith. But he didn't. Josh took that horrible tragedy, and helped be a pillar of light for that dark moment in history. He called all the news stations and had them broadcast that a prayer vigil would be held at Colorado Community Church, and organized it on his own, at age 15.
He spent 2 years in world missions, 3 years at Moody Bible Institute, helps lead a church, lead a youth group, and has his own radio station broadcast. He's also been to over 30 countries preaching.
At the age of 25, Josh has changed the lives of countless people. He decided to believe that God was there in Columbine and wanted to do something miraculous from it. And He did - He rose up Josh as His servant and has influenced thousands.
I think we can all learn from this man. There are times when God feels distant, and even uncaring. But the fact is, He is right there with us in the hardest of times, and He can use us for the best if we let Him.
Josh could have resented God. Josh could have turned his back on faith. But he didn't. Josh took that horrible tragedy, and helped be a pillar of light for that dark moment in history. He called all the news stations and had them broadcast that a prayer vigil would be held at Colorado Community Church, and organized it on his own, at age 15.
He spent 2 years in world missions, 3 years at Moody Bible Institute, helps lead a church, lead a youth group, and has his own radio station broadcast. He's also been to over 30 countries preaching.
At the age of 25, Josh has changed the lives of countless people. He decided to believe that God was there in Columbine and wanted to do something miraculous from it. And He did - He rose up Josh as His servant and has influenced thousands.
I think we can all learn from this man. There are times when God feels distant, and even uncaring. But the fact is, He is right there with us in the hardest of times, and He can use us for the best if we let Him.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Taser.....need I explain more?
Wednesday afternoon involved a pain I cannot even begin to fathom or describe. The entire day we learned about the X26 Taser and what it is capable of doing. We saw videos of combative subjects drop instantaneously. We saw demonstrative videos comparing the effects of the X26 to previous models, and how far superior the X26 truly is. The videos showed it all.
What they didn't explain is how much that thing would hurt. To give you all a quick crash course in taser history, the original handheld tasers were operating under the idea of pain compliance - I cause you enough pain to make you change your mind from your previous actions. These worked well on subjects that were not hell bent on assaulting you, or who weren't under the influence of some nerve deadening agent such as Meth, PCP, or high quantities of alcohol. The latest version of Taser technology has jumped from just pain compliance to what is called, "neuro-muscular incapacitation." The pulse rate of the new taser mimics the human body's way of communicating from the Central Nervous System (brain and spinal cord) to the muscles. Now it doesn't just mimic it but rather interferes with it all.
It was explained like this - If two people are talking on a phone line, communication is going back and forth flawlessly. But if someone else, a third person, picks up a phone on the same line and screams into it, the communication between the first two people is lost due to the interference. The taser basically comes in through the back door and screams into your body's communication system - only it doesn't sneak in through the back door but rather blasts through it with a shape charge and a pissed off SWAT team.
The end result is involuntary muscle contraction and a subject can no longer physically resist, EVEN IF they cannot feel the extreme pain. Oh yeah, that pain is 50,000 volts.
Well, I still didn't think it would be that bad knowing we all would be tased by the end of the day to earn our certification. I watched my classmates get tased and heard the screams of pain. There were the occasional - ok there were many - four letter words. Each one said it was the worst thing they had experienced, yet I remain unconvinced it could possibly be that bad. HOLY CRAP I WAS WRONG! I saw sparks come from my freaking elbows! ELBOWS! That is the most unnatural thing I have ever seen. The pain, on a scale from a 1-10, was a 39. I was completely at the mercy of the person using the taser, and I physically couldn't do a thing to get it to stop. By the way, the taser automatically runs for 5 seconds - the longest 5 seconds in history. I could swim the Pacific ocean faster than the amount of time it felt like I was being fried.
My word of advice. If you, for whatever reason, have the opportunity to be tased, whether it be voluntary or you are drunk and combative, DO NOT TAKE IT. Follow ALL instructions immediately, and follow them with due haste.
I asked two mothers in the class if being tased was worse than giving child birth. They said child birth was worse because it lasts so much longer, but the taser is the most similar. So there you have it, on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 at approximately 4:15 pm, I gave birth.
I found this website where they guy did a pretty good job describing the whole ordeal - http://saunderslog.com/2006/05/02/can-you-power-a-taser-with-2-aaa-batteries/
What they didn't explain is how much that thing would hurt. To give you all a quick crash course in taser history, the original handheld tasers were operating under the idea of pain compliance - I cause you enough pain to make you change your mind from your previous actions. These worked well on subjects that were not hell bent on assaulting you, or who weren't under the influence of some nerve deadening agent such as Meth, PCP, or high quantities of alcohol. The latest version of Taser technology has jumped from just pain compliance to what is called, "neuro-muscular incapacitation." The pulse rate of the new taser mimics the human body's way of communicating from the Central Nervous System (brain and spinal cord) to the muscles. Now it doesn't just mimic it but rather interferes with it all.
It was explained like this - If two people are talking on a phone line, communication is going back and forth flawlessly. But if someone else, a third person, picks up a phone on the same line and screams into it, the communication between the first two people is lost due to the interference. The taser basically comes in through the back door and screams into your body's communication system - only it doesn't sneak in through the back door but rather blasts through it with a shape charge and a pissed off SWAT team.
The end result is involuntary muscle contraction and a subject can no longer physically resist, EVEN IF they cannot feel the extreme pain. Oh yeah, that pain is 50,000 volts.
Well, I still didn't think it would be that bad knowing we all would be tased by the end of the day to earn our certification. I watched my classmates get tased and heard the screams of pain. There were the occasional - ok there were many - four letter words. Each one said it was the worst thing they had experienced, yet I remain unconvinced it could possibly be that bad. HOLY CRAP I WAS WRONG! I saw sparks come from my freaking elbows! ELBOWS! That is the most unnatural thing I have ever seen. The pain, on a scale from a 1-10, was a 39. I was completely at the mercy of the person using the taser, and I physically couldn't do a thing to get it to stop. By the way, the taser automatically runs for 5 seconds - the longest 5 seconds in history. I could swim the Pacific ocean faster than the amount of time it felt like I was being fried.
My word of advice. If you, for whatever reason, have the opportunity to be tased, whether it be voluntary or you are drunk and combative, DO NOT TAKE IT. Follow ALL instructions immediately, and follow them with due haste.
I asked two mothers in the class if being tased was worse than giving child birth. They said child birth was worse because it lasts so much longer, but the taser is the most similar. So there you have it, on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 at approximately 4:15 pm, I gave birth.
I found this website where they guy did a pretty good job describing the whole ordeal - http://saunderslog.com/2006/05/02/can-you-power-a-taser-with-2-aaa-batteries/
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Searching for something
I don't know what that title is supposed to mean.
For the past week and a half, I've been reliving the bachelor life. My awesome wife Alisha has been on the opposite side of the planet in Israel, touring the beautiful old country and learning first hand where Jesus, the disciples, and other biblical figures have lived. I really wish I could be there. I think in our American Christianity, we lose sight of the fact that Jesus actually DID live. That King David really WAS a great king and human being, and so on. Too often, I think of biblical people and times as more of stories, like something someone just wrote about. If you were to ask me, I would never say that of course, but the way I live, I would say I act that way. At the very least, we are nearly 2000 years removed from Paul's journeys, and that is the very end of the New Testament. Can I even put a context on 2000+ years?
Would we as Christians live life differently if we really focused on that idea that these people we read about in holy pages were no more or less human than us? I remember seeing a picture of a friend of mine in the middle east - I think Turkey (don't quote me if my history or geography is wrong), where she is standing next to the grave of the Apostle John. I distinctly remember thinking that grave is no different from a grave we make these days. John was real. He was alive. He did preach. He wasn't just someone written about. Then a few days ago, Alisha sent me an email about her experience in Jerusalem walking through an aqueduct created by Hezekiah over 2500 years ago, is STILL bringing usable water into the city this day. Amazing!
Maybe the reason for the argument many non-Christians have about believing something "holy" written by mere men is hard to fathom is based on the fact that we professing Christians don't appear to believe it either? Just a thought.
Take it a step further. Look at the Muslims following Islam. A true Muslim will make the trek to Mecca once in their lifetime. Millions of Muslims make this journey to follow their heritage, their past, and show alliance to one another in their faith. There is some serious dedication there. Could being in the presence of their holy city help solidify their faith?
Like I've said, I don't have a clue if my thoughts are valid. I am definitely not saying wonderful and far more clear objections or subsequent reasons for our lack of apparent faith exist. I am just seeing in my life, living through the experiences of my wife, that the person my eternal soul rests comfortably with, has more value and weight by seeing with open eyes that He IS real, He DID live, He DID die a human death. He tasted the same salty water I have. He has experienced sore feet from walking hills and trails. He was human!
This revelation in my life is a breath of fresh air to my soul.
For the past week and a half, I've been reliving the bachelor life. My awesome wife Alisha has been on the opposite side of the planet in Israel, touring the beautiful old country and learning first hand where Jesus, the disciples, and other biblical figures have lived. I really wish I could be there. I think in our American Christianity, we lose sight of the fact that Jesus actually DID live. That King David really WAS a great king and human being, and so on. Too often, I think of biblical people and times as more of stories, like something someone just wrote about. If you were to ask me, I would never say that of course, but the way I live, I would say I act that way. At the very least, we are nearly 2000 years removed from Paul's journeys, and that is the very end of the New Testament. Can I even put a context on 2000+ years?
Would we as Christians live life differently if we really focused on that idea that these people we read about in holy pages were no more or less human than us? I remember seeing a picture of a friend of mine in the middle east - I think Turkey (don't quote me if my history or geography is wrong), where she is standing next to the grave of the Apostle John. I distinctly remember thinking that grave is no different from a grave we make these days. John was real. He was alive. He did preach. He wasn't just someone written about. Then a few days ago, Alisha sent me an email about her experience in Jerusalem walking through an aqueduct created by Hezekiah over 2500 years ago, is STILL bringing usable water into the city this day. Amazing!
Maybe the reason for the argument many non-Christians have about believing something "holy" written by mere men is hard to fathom is based on the fact that we professing Christians don't appear to believe it either? Just a thought.
Take it a step further. Look at the Muslims following Islam. A true Muslim will make the trek to Mecca once in their lifetime. Millions of Muslims make this journey to follow their heritage, their past, and show alliance to one another in their faith. There is some serious dedication there. Could being in the presence of their holy city help solidify their faith?
Like I've said, I don't have a clue if my thoughts are valid. I am definitely not saying wonderful and far more clear objections or subsequent reasons for our lack of apparent faith exist. I am just seeing in my life, living through the experiences of my wife, that the person my eternal soul rests comfortably with, has more value and weight by seeing with open eyes that He IS real, He DID live, He DID die a human death. He tasted the same salty water I have. He has experienced sore feet from walking hills and trails. He was human!
This revelation in my life is a breath of fresh air to my soul.
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