Rich Kids of Instagram and…Jesus

The blindness which causes me to ignore the suffering makes me incredibly culpable. But this very culpability is what Jesus came for: why God did intervene and made himself known in the ruin that is our world – and even in my comfortable indifference. He doesn’t let me stay there.

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Messy and Rooted

Being rooted and established in love sounded good to Former Me because love clearly meant I would be treated well, i.e., according to my specifications. Revised Me understands that being rooted sometimes means not being able to move from where I am, or escape what’s happening–and that this can be an act of deliverance.

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