off this day
the beginning ends
I keep thinking about something I heard someone say this weekend. I was visiting a grad school, and one of the faculty was teaching. He mentioned how people responded to Jesus when they met him in person. Jesus invoked passionate response, consistently, he said. The crowd loved him or loathed him. They did not ponder him passively.
Conviction drenches my heart as this thought replays. And I keep thinking about the word-becoming-flesh invading the neighborhood and invoking passionate response in virtually everyone back then. He’s still the same Jesus now. Gotta love a God like that in a world like this.