When Jesus introducedHimself to me, it wasn’t about theology.He made my blind eyes see.Church, without the actual presence of the risen Jesus, is like licking a picture of an ice cream cone.
There’s no reason for awe and heart-felt appreciation to be rare in life. The living Jesus can make every moment inspiring. Pure joy isn’t logical. It’s spiritual–an inner gift from the living God.
The boundaries of reality are not our five senses (or even scientific equipment). There is much that can only be perceived within.
I like to think about Jesus, but mostly I like to feel His presence with all of my being. “Christ in you, the hope of glory.”When my heart melts and swoons in the presence of the risen Jesus, I’m overcome with indescribable peace, and joy.When I focus my heart on the living Jesus, He makes me tingle with…
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