This Sunday.
One man come in the name of love. . .
We all pack our bags of pain carried forward from some uncomfortable red-eye relationship or interaction. It’s luggage, more than just carry-on’s, they sit in the underbelly of my soul and it poisons me. At times when someone I encounter resonates at the harmonic frequency of the drone of my luggage, I really just have a choice between being two men. I can be like Frank Castle–the Punisher–who runs the treadmill of revenge as a salve against the pain. Or, I can be like Martin Luther King, Jr.–who seeks reconciliation as a fulfillment of a stunning dream.
In the end, don’t I want more love in my life? Not only kitschy stuff, love that gets at something deep? Call me a dreamer and shoot me from a balcony, but isn’t this what will bring healing? Won’t this do something subversive to the luggage in my underbelly, jettison it to broken dreams of the past and free me to fly heights beyond the clouds? For love’s sake? Can it be that real and simple? Will I just look at the One Man who came in the name of love?
This Sunday, join us at 289 Pearl Street, #3, for Worship in a Living Room @ 10:45 AM. It will be our final look into the Power of Forgiveness: (Even Still) No Harder Thing.
Some of you can make it on your own. I cannot–I need God and community to experience freedom in my soul.