The True Story
Politics and money, power and loss...these are what fill the front pages while the mystical Body of Christ is oh-so-quietly the True Story.And it's not reported and not, sometimes, even known by those known by it.
But I watched it yesterday, and I suggest that if you have eyes to see and ears to hear it, you take a day to just watch it.
It is pervasive and deep and long and wide like the love of God. It is often missed in the blind rush that is our lives. But it persists before us, through us and beyond us.
It remains in our spiritual DNA and bubbles up decades later...our connection in Him. It is passed down to our sons and daughters who also share this connection in Christ and they seem to graciously surpass us in wonderful ways.
It is heard in the voice of a new friend who loves God and an old one who's taste for Gospel has not abated but has sweetened with age.
It always comes back in Him. To Jesus. Not the Jesus fiction but the very One in Whom all of Life is found. The Jesus Who is reflected in all you hold dear in those few moments, and is your only anchor and solace when you are spiritually naked. Not an idea..but a Man..and a God come for you, and for me and One who binds us together in an undeniable way.