Just imagine what the blood sacrifices to the ground. Their sandals. Their clothes. More than once they are being sprinkled or smeared with the stuff… It was a mess, blood was everywhere, covering everything. The ground they stood on… mudblood. That is how they were made holy.
This is for me.
This is for you.
This is for the lonely, the tired, the alone, the single.
Harold Camping was wrong. Twice. No, three times. Maybe he is up to four, I don’t know. He changes the end times date more than the Jehovah’s Witnesses. The Mayans didn’t predict the end. Apocalyptic prophecies have come and gone and will continue to do so until, suddenly, He does come.
The hardest ones to love are often the ones who are not so different…
Following Jesus is not a private affair. If people that I know are surprised to find out that I am a Christian, then I am probably not.
Noah released a dove and a raven. The dove came back. Where did the raven go? The answer to this question is far more significant than we might think.
This Christmas help us to spend less money… But more time. Let us not give to those who expect… But rather to those who need. Let us not buy presents… But rather be Your presence, to a world lost and dying. Let us incarnate You.