I’ve written about keeping Christ crucified the center of this space, and of how we need to be concerned about the Jesus we portray. Yesterday, I wrote about having compassion on those who walk as “enemies of the cross” (Phil. 3:18) and being so moved for them that we would even pray with tears. As I know I have a hard time doing this, I prayed and asked God to search my heart. I learned I had forgotten who I was.
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