We say things like “children of God” or “we’re like a family here.” But because we say those words so often, I think their meaning gets lost or diluted sometimes. So what does it mean to be a child of God? What does it mean to be the family of God?
We know where hope is hard to find and where God’s light and love seem nonexistent. Thanks be to God that she sees dried bones as opportunities to make us partners in bearing witness to and calling for God’s Spirit to bring renewal.
I’ve always wondered about this ending phrase, “welcome as a child.” Jesus says “whoever doesn’t welcome God’s kingdom like a child will never enter it.” Another version says “whoever does not receive God’s kingdom like a little child.” What does that mean?
How many songs, poems, books, and works of art are devoted to love, inspired by it’s ecstatic heights and haunted by its absence? It’s a fundamental human need to give and receive it, but why are we so bad at it? The author bell hooks wrote: “Everywhere we learn that love is important, yet we are bombarded by its failure.”