I look at my hands, pausing to reflect how often over the past week they clenched in self-determination and I think about those Other hands, nailed open, blood dripping down outstretched arms; outstretched to the world… for all the world.
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Category Archives: Personal Life Into the bustle of “It’s Christmas” He comes, all the way from the heavens, and He discovers that in all the preparing and the wrapping and the hurrying, we’re all so worn out that we’ve managed to completely forget His coming.  Because love is the unseen force that holds us together when we’ve been broken by life.  And one day, that young man grapples for life and misses, but instead, falls straight into the arms of his Savior. |
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