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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He looked me straight in the eye and said these words, almost in a challenging way, “I hate God. I do."
I finally climbed all 109 mountains. My journey began out of desperation, fueled by anger, fear, resentment.
Thank God for heroes: they inspire us to be better, to help others, to live and work for the good of our race. And thank God for villains, too: they incarnate our shadow side, our nocturnal soul, the dragon within us that must incessantly have its throat slit on the altar of repentance.
How strange and yet how comforting: God prays to God for us, the Spirit to the Father. He sees through the fog of our emotions to what we truly need.
"Are you Republican or Democrat?” “Liberal or conservative?” “Yankees or Red Sox?” “Star Wars or Star Trek?”
He was providentially injecting streams of light into the darkness, that thereby he might lead them toward the true light of Christ.
Show me. If I’m going to believe, I need to be convinced—on my terms.
But one key theme that kept surfacing again and again was love: Jesus loved people, the Church showed me genuine love, and above all, God’s love in Christianity is unconditional.
Years ago I picked up a used copy of Thomas Á Kempis’ Imitation of Christ at a second-hand bookstore.
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.
But on the mountain in Galilee, where we encounter a very different side of God, doubts overtake us. Why?
That is the way of our Lord, the way of grace. He doesn’t abandon Thomas to drown in a sea of doubt.