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Easter is life
The young man across the table from me was in tears. There was no doubting the depth and sincerity of his pain. “I’m tired,” he said. “I’m tired of the struggle. I’m tired of the temptations. I’m tired of the devil’s attacks. Sometimes, I wish I was dead.”
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His anguished words hit home. Memories of my own guilt came flooding back into my mind. I could not help but think of the times when I was similarly disgusted with my own weaknesses and my own failures. He and I both know we are supposed to be dead to sin and alive for Christ. He and I both know the weariness that comes from repeatedly falling short.
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In a moment like that, it’s easy to be at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who is so spiritually beat up that he wishes it would all end?
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“Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.” I read that in a poem by Edwin Markham recently. It’s true. Why do we have to face heartache? God is stretching out our hearts so that there’s more room for joy. That’s how it worked for Jesus' disciples. On the . . .
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Have you ever played the game in which you had to look at a group of items and choose the one that didn’t belong? Detecting the “other” in a group can be a tough little puzzle. What might you say about this three-part series? The Son of Man . . .
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While a group of Jesus’ disciples stayed in Jerusalem, two were headed home, or at the very least, they were on their way away from what had happened there. A change of venue would be nice. But even as Jerusalem receded in the distance, the walk didn’t . . .
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