Sometimes, I feel sorry for all those 1st century folk who didn’t get it – who couldn’t recognize JESUS when he lived and walked among them, or accept the truth of his resurrection proclaimed by Peter, Paul, Stephen and Barnabas. I am grateful to have been born one thousand, nine hundred, thirty-three years later. I am grateful to have been born into a family of believers, carried to the waters of baptism and raised a Christian. Perhaps, when we read the gospels in this season of joy, we might look with love on those who missed the boat – even the Pharisees and Sadducees. What a wonder death must be for all those who cannot believe in this life - for whatever reason. What must they feel when they behold the face of Love?I have failed to be a good Christian - hollow prayers, selfish sins and lame attempts at discipline. These failures teach me…mercy, forgiveness and compassion. We’re so lucky, you and I. Our faith is sure – we cannot imagine the world without its Savior. Let us thank GOD for the privilege of being born in the age of the Spirit. And let us ask for deeper faith – the faith that will withstand the test that comes in every lifetime – the faith that moves mountains and conquers the world.
