Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. —Mark 12.10
Close your eyes to the earth you walk on. Disregard the humming beneath you. Do not look at that moon, unfailing. It will help to find reason to fault.
Pay no attention to the magnificence in the laborer on the street, the divine glory pounded into the silver bowl of him. Practice condescension, then oblivion.
Veil your fear of the divine approach, your terror at heaven's abject humility, in simple disdain, pleasant obsession with the addictive veneer.
Look away from the holy in that tree, the man hanging there—so marred is his appearance—no, only the calm wheels of deserving, and our smart outfits.
The Beloved's kiss, the hand that saves you wrap themselves in the contemptible, in the despised and condemned. Blessed are the pure in heart.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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