It’s a bizarre thing for me to realize that it’s on the streets that I feel most alive, where I am seemingly most at home. Looking in to the eyes of the hurting and poor, I further come to understand that love isn’t a hobby or an intellectual attainment, but that LOVE costs my life.
9.09.2006
Love costs our lives.
It’s a bizarre thing for me to realize that it’s on the streets that I feel most alive, where I am seemingly most at home. Looking in to the eyes of the hurting and poor, I further come to understand that love isn’t a hobby or an intellectual attainment, but that LOVE costs my life.
4 comments:
wow... gonna consume that for awhile.... keep the blogs commin baby! They bless soo many lives.
one more thing i forgot... the only thing that comes to my mind to say.....
HE GIVES ALL
HE ASKS ALL
....... Enjoy
Dear friend...
I saw you on facebook and realized it'd been forever since I'd read your blog (or written on mine)... I've read these posts with tears and a heart that is broken, excited, and anxious... oh how I needed to see this tonight, you responding to Him in such a radical way! This was a huge encouragement to me, greatly needed right now-- more to come on this later. Just know you are loved and missed.
God be with you, and may He be evident through you with every step, every breath, every word, every smile.
Love you bro.
beautiful, love is the ultimate commitment.
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