Easter’s Frayed Red Carpet by Elizabeth Moyer
Elizabeth Moyer
April 13, 2016
On the day when we had the least amount of time to tend to the needs of others, we boldly said come join us.
On the day when we had the least amount of time to tend to the needs of others, we boldly said come join us.
I suspect sometimes that I live more out of a sense of obligation than awe — more aware that I’ve signed onto a system than that I am a servant of a holy God who has actually sapped the power out of death and sin. I need to be reminded that systems are not living, breathing things, but Jesus is.
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