Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Unfortunately, most of the pressure to measure my success by my romantic relationships comes from within Christian circles. We have unwittingly adopted a theology of prosperity when truly our collective Christian creeds teach a theology of accompaniment.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.
If the English language is lacking one thing, it lacks adequate verbiage to describe love.
“Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday," said Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen