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I am a bleeding heart. I hope you are too. It is a sign of life.

“And the angel of the Lord spake unto Philip, saying, Arise, and go toward the south unto the way that goeth down from Jerusalem unto Gaza, which is desert. “ – Acts 8:26-39 Phillip woke up one morning unaware of the significance of the day. He would not have to dream up some way of…

Jesus keeps showing up in the culture in ways we don’t expect Him and we continue to reject Him. Sadly, that rejection usually comes first from His own people.

Jesus saw people with their potential and their pain. He saw through their masks. He looked beyond their labels and arbitrary categories. His eyes were keen in meeting their eyes, for the there is no ethnicity nor affiliation in the eye.

Here is a model for people/leaders who want something to survive after their plans perish with them.

Happy Birthday, America. May you always lift your lamp beside the golden door. May you always provide a home for the huddled masses yearning to breath free. Such were my people who came to these shores and found a home and an opportunity hundreds of years ago. May you always value freedom and dignity. May…

  America was born on the edge and its edgy pioneers kept moving the edge farther and farther into the risky unknown. Safety & security were servants of greater principles of freedom, truth, justice. We would die climbing higher and higher and no force of evil has ever intimidated a real American. We're still exploring…

The day calls.It cries with harsh urgency.It commands and harasses us into submission to get up and going …… yet, where?So …We pause.We wait.We connect and collect.We listen.We lift up our souls.Then we move. " Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love,for in you I trust.Make me know the way I should…

The Via Dolorosa was no pristine, unblemished path that bypassed the cities or the faces in the crowds. It meandered tight spaces where the disturbance was a movement pushing aside the crowds. The abuses were hurled and people went on with their business. No one stepped aside. Jesus had to push through the marketplace crowds,…

  Over 54 years ago, a little boy sang along with the congregation, this hymn. But for him, it was more than a song. It was a prayer. It was a commitment. I made it. I was 8 and I meant it. I have staggered, wavered, and stumbled, but He took my commitment at face…