If we can become more mindful of the deep need in others to encounter Jesus, perhaps we will become less fearful in sharing the life-saving hope we've been given.
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Tag: Jesus
The Name
The Name: Want to become a bolder Christian? Try invoking the name of "Jesus" into the world.
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Hearing Voices
If I am going to follow Jesus, then I have to actually follow him--his example, his Word and his voice.
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The Town Built on a Cliff
When Jesus preached in his hometown they tried to hurl him off a cliff. What can we learn from this powerful story?
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Beauty Matters
Beauty matters. It's God's promise that this is not the end. Where then can we look for beauty that lasts?
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Walking through Walls
I've been reflecting recently on some impenetrable walls in my life, and how after pushing up against them with no effect, Jesus shows up and miraculously moves me to the other side. This epiphany called to mind the post-resurrection accounts of Jesus appearing in locked rooms, transcending spaces where his disciples had hidden in fear. [...]
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Just Love
God calls each of us, who have experienced this life-changing love and undeserved grace, to pay it forward, including to our enemies. For nothing more powerfully provokes another to turn to Jesus than the gift of undeserved forgiveness and grace.
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Seeing is Not Believing
When I was young I believed that the apostles had it made because they got to see Jesus in the flesh. If I had lived then, my reasoning went, it would be easy to believe. Seeing God As I began to study the Bible, I started to see things differently. Bible Study Fellowship this year [...]
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Part 5: A Seat at the Table
It was six days until Passover. Jesus felt the weight of all that meant upon his shoulders. But not tonight. Tonight was his final respite, and he was grateful for it. And there was cause for celebration: Lazarus had been dead, but now he was alive again. His friends saw this as a miraculous, if [...]
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Part 3: Oil of Joy
Sometimes a memory of a person comes back as a single part that is emblematic of the whole. A mother's hands. A sister's hair. A father's strong arms. For Mary, it was Jesus' feet. Whenever they gathered, the men crowded around, shoulder to shoulder, to exchange ideas, listen, debate. It was at such a time [...]
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