The Voice in the Crowd
Aware that she would be dismissed by the majority, she sought those with open hearts and minds – those who heard her voice and found her worthy of pursuit.
Aware that she would be dismissed by the majority, she sought those with open hearts and minds – those who heard her voice and found her worthy of pursuit.
Let’s not be like the crowd. Let’s be the tree. Let’s lift people up so they can see Jesus and let Jesus be the one to judge if their faith is real.
In Advent, we remember. We retell the very same story every year because there isn’t a better story to tell. The gospel is the greatest story ever told.
I want people to understand me, understand God, understand the call and as much as I would try to explain, most just don’t get it.
For those I loved, life went on, but I was no longer a part of it. I would catch a glimpse of their lives from time to time, always from a distance.
It didn’t take long to realize that they thought a story was only a good story if it was outlandish. Traumatic. One with crazy plot twists and dramatic endings.
“How will I know if the pearl chooses me, Grandfather?” “You mustn’t worry your pretty head over it, Felice. You will know when it comes time if it’s meant to be you.”
We followed Jesus into Jerusalem, and a crowd began to form on either side of the street. The crowds were larger than usual since people had come to Jerusalem to prepare for Passover.