The End of the Story is the Beginning

The end of the Story is the Beginning, when things start. Life in abundance received. Without the Sacrifice I am nothing.  Left to myself I am wholly a mess. Trust broken, hearts wrought.  Fists clenched.  Empty all. Naked, ashamed.  Afraid to be known. The beginning of the story was precision, perfect peace. Equal before God and…

I Dare you.

Why not love if you have the option between that and hate?  Why does hate come so easily?  Why judge? Or condemn?  Why is it that Christians so often are known for how they judge others? Jesus said blessed are the peacemakers. But we don’t bring peace.  We rejoice in someone’s suffering.  Bin Laden is…