No matter how many times we hear this good news, it never stops being good news.
Our faith is precisely where Paul puts it, namely, in the blood of Christ.
Just as trick-or-treaters arrive at doorsteps as beggars, we come to the Lord’s table with nothing to offer but our sin and need for forgiveness.

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Over the last 11 months I’ve spent the bulk of my time working to plant a church in New York City.
One thing is for certain: my day was heaven compared to his. My minor headaches nothing compared to whatever he was going through.
He lavishly pours out His rest in the waters of Baptism, in the spoken words of absolution from the pastor’s lips, in the preaching of the cross and resurrection, in the consumption of heavenly cuisine from the table at which He is host and meal.
There are many funeral songs I wouldn’t be caught dead singing. Why? Because my funeral will not be about me.
A promise was made to my older brother roughly 50 years ago. He was just an infant and had no idea that this promise was being set upon him.
Being a Christian is hard because it’s easy.
Why was Jesus crucified? Not to save victims, but to save sinners.
There is no pain like the pain of being mistreated by those who, above all others, you expect to love you unconditionally.
I have my list. It may seem strange to you, but, when I think about my own death, I often think in terms of positive failures.
He has wandered away into the darkness of his doubting, got lost in his grief, confused by the pains he’s suffered. It happens. Shepherds sometimes become lost sheep as well.
You are free to love your children without any expectations because you have been loved immeasurably.
What Jesus did and gives on these two Thursdays encapsulates his whole life and mission.