Life Abundant?

When Jesus called himself the gate, I assumed he led to greener pastures and smoother sailing. When he referred to thieves and robbers, I assumed he was in the business of giving—what I wanted. When he mentioned saving, I thought he’d rescue me from hard times. I had a sharply defined idea of what a good shepherd looked like.

I was wrong. He is so much more.

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The Impossible God

I’ve found myself wondering why life with this “too dynamic to be safe” Jesus often seem like something to be endured. Why do I always seem to manage my expectations about this God, as though the Spirit that lives in me isn’t one that causes dry bones to live just by breathing on them? Why do I hedge my bets?

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