Death to life

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Our time is quickly fading here in the land that is full of presence and peace.

Our minds are disengaging from the awe of that which is before us and turning to the things of home.

My heart is heavy today as we make our way home from Bethany and the Dead Sea.  The drive home from the Dead Sea means that tomorrow is our last day here in the land where my Savior grew into a young man....grapled with the pressures of coming of age.....the place where he wasn't afraid to reach out and touch someone to heal the brokenness that lived within them....the place where he offered to be the living water for any who would want to drink of it and never thirst again.

We have all experienced moments of deep excavation of the soul during these days here in the land of our faith.  Moments where the rock and the dirt in our lives needed to be slowly and painstakingly brushed away.  In the midst of that deep soul scraping moments that we have experienced Jesus comes to us today and offers us an extravagent love that cannot be contained.  The calling us forth from our graves and releasing us from that which binds us is breathtaking.  

Our voices vibrated in unison as we worshiped at the chapel within the church at Bethany.  Tucked away in the top of the church we raised our voices and a sense of belonging together fell upon us. Fr. Frank walks with the heart and teaching of Christ and today challenged us to open our lives to fully receiving the love that Jesus pours upon us and then pouring that love upon the world around us.  Giving of ourselves in such a way that it is intimate and sensual as the anointing that Mary offered him.

There was an offerieng of life within the anointing...there is a death ath must occur in order for us to celebrate the life in which Jesus so graciously pours upon our lives.

Where is God offereing you a new anointing today?  Where is there growth occuring where death once reigned?

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