Love Does.

When I was a kid I was made fun of a lot… and consistently.

One day I couldn’t take it anymore and ran out of class crying, bursting through the door humiliated.

On the other side was Mr. Simpson, kneeling down to my height with his arms out. I ran into them and cried.

He didn’t say much.

He didn’t do much.

He just stayed there, with me, until I finished crying.

Many of the details from that day are blurry. But 20 years later I’ll never forget the love I received at that moment. That love is Jesus, that warmth, the Spirit.

As you begin your weeks – I encourage you to take on the warmth of the spirit, and clothe yourself with the love of Christ’s being reminded that your hope and identity is found in Him, so that you might go out and love others as He has loved you.