What does one do when one has the sneaking suspicion that for most of history, most of the existence of humanity, including one's own life, has been a dramatic exercise in missing the point? Without drifting entirely into resignation and lifelessness, how does one move beyond the structures that make our lives functional, and into a life that doesn't just attempt to be, but IS meaningful? Following Jesus scares me to death... and the dual meaning is intended.
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This post is risky for you. I think this is good.
confusion was a good title...
If Jesus was and is who he claimed to be, then perhaps we should be working our salvation out with fear and trembling indeed.
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