I couldn’t help but chuckle yesterday when I learned that the national spelling bee was decided on a word the country at large can’t pronounce, can’t define, and can’t use in a sentence let alone practice.
Love one another
This is what Jesus was talking about when he said that the world will know that we are Christians when they take notice of how beautifully we love one another. That’s supposed to be the neon sign that tells the truth about who it is that we follow.
The goodness that Good Friday makes possible is foundational to practical Christianity. If we are not excellent to each other, then Christ is not alive in us.
Jesus was as clear about this as he was about anything: “The world is going to be convinced of the truth about me – my life, my words, my invitation to know God – only to the extent that you all (y’all – the church) demonstrate authentic love – in effect modeling this love as a vibrant community, an invitation, a living testimony to grace” (John 13 – author paraphrase).
We were created for community by the Father, we were equipped for community by Jesus, and we are called into community by the Holy Spirit.
When they keep you in the hospital longer than expected it’s for a reason. So, having documented the reason, by definition the burden of proof becomes more, shall we say, burdensome
World Communion Sunday. It’s about being the church. It’s about taking in, and committing ourselves to, and actually practicing the Jesus quality of love…
much of modern Christianity has moved backwards, into a lightly Christianized religiosity that has little to do with the invitational, “the world will know you are my followers by the way you love one another,” reconciliation-oriented mission of Jesus.