I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.
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I never cease to be amazed at how simple the way of salvation is visualized for us. A gate. So simple. I never cease to be amazed at the stubborn power of our will to wrestle ourselves away from the simple fact of God's embrace. We are people who when shown the Jesus gate go looking for something else. We look up and down, sideways, under and over for an alternative route. We may even convince ourselves and others that the pursuit of a relationship with God is a foolish effort. We may plant flowers around the gate, oil the hinge, paint it in festive colors and hold a bake sale in front of it. But to enter into Jesus means to enter into his life, his commandments, his death and his mission. It means abundant life. Everything else we do with this gate is a dance that ends. We need to enter to hear the music.
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Holy God, let us enter your presence with thanksgiving. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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