Movements transcend moments.
When we look into the late autumn woods, it’s easy to become fixated on the coming lifelessness of winter. But what if something else is happening?
There is a flow to life. A rhythm. An overarching and unending cadence within which everything that is exists.
As we begin to rethink what church can be in the era of global pandemic, the way of Jesus calls us to focus on the victims of injustice.
We are no longer debating whether one party’s policies are better or worse than the other’s. Those are legitimate arguments to have. But if they weren’t already out the window before last night, they’re long gone now.