The truth of the scripture is truth whether we want to believe it or not. If God says this is who we are, then this is who we are. The invitation, or the calling, is to live like we believe it.
I live daily nestled between the beginnings of an existentialist crisis and the precipice of a nihilistic void. That’s not a cry for help, just a statement of fact.
I dislike Christmas. But this year, I’m writing a series of Advent posts. Irony? Maybe. Adventure? Certainly.
My city is in pain. The country is in shock. And much of the world is in mourning. Amidst everything that’s happened in Orlando in the past 3 days, I’ve never been more proud to call this city my home. While I may complain about the drivers, the cheesy pandering to tourism, and the mindless devotion to The Mouse, we certainly know how to come together for a cause.
It’s my Twitter handle. It’s my website. And now I’ve named my publishing company after this simple phrase from Luke 10. But why?
Loving those we aren’t close to is sometimes easier than loving the ones we know intimately. Maybe that’s why Jesus specifically addresses it.