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Mt 22:31-32 has me this morning: Jesus to the Sadducees:”Have you not read what was said to you by God: I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac & the God of Jacob? He is not God of the dead, but of the living.” They’re as alive as we. Oh I know you know this but let it sink in:
This great cloud of witnesses, this lineage we carry on through Christ, these people we read about who seem larger than life: WE are descendants of their line. YOU are of like ilk to Sarah, Moses, Miriam, Joshua, Caleb, Deborah, David, Jonathan, Isaiah, Jeremiah, John the Baptist
John the beloved disciple, Peter, all the Marys, a murderous Saul of Tarsus whom Jesus struck blind to preach to the Gentiles the glorious light, Priscilla and Aquila, Luke, Lois, Eunice, Timothy, Lydia & the half brothers of Christ, former mockers made preachers. THIS IS US.
They were flawed, too. Sinful, too. Scared, too, but they found a Savior, Someone greater than the sum of all their fears. They had human plans for their own lives, too, but they found Someone whose plan stretched the measureless breadth, depth and height of all eternity. They...
Became people they could not possibly have been because they believed in a God who’d always been. One who saves & redeems the lost & hopeless & depraved & deprived & devastated & depressed and dead in their sins. Just saying: Carry on, brothers & sisters. Ain’t no shabby family.
