How is my community different because I am in it? How differently do I perceive the world because of the reality of the Gospel? How does this apply to my every day life?
Some days life hurts so much that it's not enough to just read the Gospel.
I am starving.
I need to eat it, consume it, be consumed by it.
I am dirty.
I need to bathe in it, plunge into, underneath it.
I am thirsty.
I need to drink deep draughts of it.
Did you ever drink so long it's as if the water was replacing your need for air? That kind of thirst... great gasping gulps.
The Gospel applied to everything: my work, my sleep, my eating and drinking, thinking, breathing, loving, caring, hurting. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over.... out of this abundance given to me, I am able to, need to, constrained to give.
It should make a difference. It should make all the difference in the world.
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