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My Life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the under side. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing t

This past weekend we celebrated the greatest story ever, the story of Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection. This story has it all: love, betrayal, loyalty, jealousy, violence, grief, sorrow, courage, sacrifice, suspense, injustice, confusion, anger, despair, fear, and glorious joy. These feelings are on display in the lives of those who are in the story. None are innocent except for One. Some characters fumble their way through their parts as best they can. Others move forward

…knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, 19 but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot. (1 Pet 1:18-19 ESV) The temptation to worship and serve the god of silver and gold is a strong one. The god of money whispers into our ears, “Serve me, and I will give you the mansion of your dreams. Serve me and you will have the best doctors to care for