If you had been a part of the last month, you wouldn't believe me when I talk about peace. You wouldn't buy the whole redemption story or the idea of a speedy and dramatic recovery from selfishness or anger. You wouldn't believe that the blind could see or the lame could walk (or make good jokes). You wouldn't let me finish the story before letting me know that I was being idealistic and setting myself up for deeper or more lasting hurts. You might tell me that changes like that can't happen overnight, or even over a hospitalized weekend, but the light I though had permanently dimmed is somehow brighter than ever.
The story is true. The broken can be made whole in one moment. The persecutor can in one blinding encounter be totally transformed into a person with little resemblance to the former. It turns out the Biblical story has basis in life, real life, not just as a metaphor.
So for the skeptics, cynics, believers, and independents, this is my verbal recognition that I really don't know anything about life, love, godliness, or redemption until someone much greater than me steps in to my grey and paints in some color.
Thank you Brian, for willingly facing humiliation to make things right. It looks very much to me right now like the Cross.
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