Christianity

BRUISES

BRUISES

One morning as I was spending time in the presence of the Lord, I asked—confident I had no outstanding issues, and things basically covered—“What do You want me to see?” 
I got the word “bruises.”  

That’s kind of a funny word, isn’t it? While I have forgiven everyone I can think of who had ever hurt me, I realized then that I still might have a few bruises. That got me thinking.

ONCE WE WERE SLAVES

ONCE WE WERE SLAVES

This Easter season, my family decided to celebrate a rudimentary version of a Passover Seder. It wasn’t orthodox by any means (our discount grocery store didn’t carry lamb, so we had pork loin), but we ate foods symbolic of the Exodus and, with an Internet connection at hand, explained the significance of each and our liberation through Christ’s sacrifice. It was a spiritually-rich evening for us and our kids, but ever since then, one phrase from the Haggadah has been ringing continually in my soul.

Once we were slaves. Now we are free.