A blog reader sent in a story about how he and his wife are learning to be the church in his community. They were a bit disappointed with how their church handled a situation, and so took matters into their own hands to love others like Jesus. If you have a similar story, send it in!
We spent Easter with the outcast–the lame, the halt, the thieves, the alcoholics, the drug-addicts, the murderers. We spent Easter dancing with Jesus. He loves us. Whether we’re thieves, adulterers, liars, cheats, gluttons, alcoholics or murderers, He loves us. Whether we see Him in a fancy building with stained glass windows or dancing with us in the streets, He’s there. He’s alive. If you haven’t seen Him, walk with those who do see Him. Perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse. Perhaps He’ll come and sit with you. Perhaps He’ll dance with you.