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  • We were drawn to and inspired by these everyday people that seemed much like us in many ways, desiring to love their city in the midst of busy lives, full time jobs, and raising families. We feel honored to be invited to come alongside them as they creatively love people, seek justice, offer mercy in their city.

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  • But what if instead of beating myself up, in repentance I am gentle with myself? What if I know and receive God’s forgiveness and unending mercy? What if I rest in the reality that I am dearly loved? What if that reality sinks deep into my bones? Maybe tomorrow I will carry even just a little more gentleness than I did today.

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  • In early June, we gathered after the regular worship service for a quick family meeting, or congregational update.  Will and the Elders introduced new staff and the 2016-2017 budget, deacons shared their plans for continuing city ministry projects and global missions, and we learned about upcoming events and opportunities within the Spiritual and Community Formation […]

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  • This is a story I want to have enough bravery to enter into. Not only to join these amazing visionaries we met, but also to join a God who touches lives uniquely and offers true hope and love. It was clear that God is moving in the communities we saw—with or without us. But there was also an invitation to join in, to see the messiness and ups and downs of change, to join in imagining a new story of redemption for communities and individuals.

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  • Timothy Kayera spoke with been-there-done-that confidence. He grew stronger with each word, pulling me closer with the fire of his conviction. And then he summarized everything I believe about charity. In four words. I used to work with one of those organizations that gave stuff away to everyone. We’d give away animals, clothing and clean […]

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  • Because God works through his church scattered throughout the world, our offices, homes, and schools are all sacred places of spiritual transformation—for our neighbors as well as ourselves.

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  • But as I see Him there, I realize the terrible truth: to see the risen God, to see him conquer death and walk away from His tomb…there is no possible response but worship. I can no longer hide behind the veil of faith; I have seen this truth with my own eyes, and I cannot help but offer Him my everything. My life cannot be the same.

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  • The seminarians I knew in college

    drank handfuls of wine on Maundy Thursday

    and quickly wiped all that spilled down their

    chins. They dirtied our floor with wash basins,

    sooty puddles, and the Yerushalmi dirt

    of our footprints:

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  • Sometimes, in my work and life, lament is the only way forward. The only thing I can seem to do is grieve, argue, and find fault, to complain, to “cling obstinately to God and demand for God to see, hear, and act.” I wonder if lament is a step towards the kind of freedom my vicar spoke of, where we learn through lament to love our neighbor and bear their burden…

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  • Even though I know I won’t always get the things I want, I still want to choose to cling to the belief that God is good and that He cares to hear the desires of my heart, even when it’s hard, even in the midst of the hurting.

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