I'm home.
Curtis is in heaven.
I got to sit on the couch and love on my daughter.
Troy and Kim got to pack the bedroom of their son.
Doesn't make sense, does it? At times like this there isn't much to say other than "I love you." There isn't much to do other than just be there. And how blessed am I that I was able to do both. Thank you for giving me that honor.
This is the Body of Christ. This is the fellowship of believers. If one member suffers, we all do. If one rejoices, we all can.
Even if they go to another church. Even if we have differences. Even if we struggle with their personality, their spouse, their humor, their lifestyle.
We get love. We get to stay in this. Together.
What are we but former targets of the stones we are so often tempted to pick up and throw. How can we see each other or anyone as brother or sister unless the Lord removes the plank from our eyes? What can we offer - what do we have to offer - other than the grace Jesus has offered us?
We are the flesh and blood substitute of Jesus on this earth. The Son of God works in us and through us; He even works as us.
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
Gal. 2.20 esv
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