Do We Really Mean It?
Yesterday was Palm Sunday, a day we remember Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem surrounded by shouts of Hosanna, only a few days before his crucifixion. Oh how the crowd's shouts changed.
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I read lots of different blogs in my internet travels and loved this:
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I am desperate for a Savior. I am desperate to be freed from my oppressor. I am ready to be lifted from the miry clay and to have my feet set upon that solid Rock. No more slipping, sliding, stumbling. Just firm and steady ground beneath my feet....
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He is welcome in my heart; I want Him to come and make all things new. But…not too new. Not too radical. Not that, Lord! Don’t touch that. I’m rather fond of that. Ohhh…and not that either, if you don’t mind.
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Labels: Easter, faith, other blogs
posted by Rach @ 2:37 PM
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