In this world, people suffer. It comes with the territory. You can wish that fact not true, but you cannot wish it away. People suffer.
Jesus was human. He was us, for us.
It may never be ours here and now, but that doesn’t mean we throw in the towel on possibilities—possibilities and prayer, like the psalmist in the gorgeous Psalm 85.
Lake Michigan still leaves me in awe, too full of the touch of its presence to explain it clearly. Its size mocks my smallness.
Let us reflect on the strength and bravery of Mary and how her actions changed redemptive history.
The joy this morning, in the wake of two decidedly different mission stories, is that He comes to us in his own ways, in his own time. Some believe in an instant, but some trek into a wilderness before he brings them on home.