Resurrection of the Body

I want the beginning of my funeral to be focused on Jesus, as well as the middle, as well as the end, as well as every point in between.

We’re messed up people with messed up bodies. All of us. Even Miss America gets hemorrhoids. The Fall mocks us in our own skin. We’re all walking sermons.

I just visited a dying woman. When I arrived, she was sleeping so deeply that she had to be gently shaken awake.

This blog is a part of our Advent series on the hope we find in, through and given by Christ. Each week’s installment will look at hope from a different perspective with special emphasis on corresponding passages of Scripture.

He is holding you in the faith, even if you imagine your faith has failed you.