Jesus never talked to a prostitute because he didn’t see a prostitute. He just saw a child of God he was madly in love with. When we have new eyes, we can look into the eyes of those we don’t even like and see the One we love. We can see God’s image in everyone we encounter. As Henri Nouwen puts it, ‘In the face of the oppressed I recognize my own face, and in the hands of the oppressor I recognize my own hands. Their flesh is my flesh, their blood is my blood, their pain is my pain, their smile is my smile.’ We are made of the same dust. We cry the same tears. No one is beyond redemption. And we are free to imagine a revolution that sets both the oppressed and the oppressors free.
I will forever be a James Dean fan.
(Source: scullandoars, via therusticarchives)
am i too high maintenance for wanting this?
Still rejoicing in the most recent engagement of two of my most dear friends.
The Kingdom is going to be further advanced by their togetherness.
This city on a hill, is not & will not be hidden.
Congratulations soon to be Kyle & Emma Borgognoni.