Lord, you know me intimately: my then, my now, my after – as you know all that is in the universe.
I went to a Supper to taste the Christ, I was so hungry for him. So very hungry after months of vacuity, and when I received the bread he was suddenly there, in me.
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
We can analyze and dissect the power of our words all we want – but the essence of faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
We remember other’s words from years ago, words spoken at critical moments, words that shaped us and our view of ourselves and our course in life.
We-the-people are the ones who connect to them, or not. What would it look like if every child in your church had a personal connection to every adult?