There was a man who never knew his grandfather. Many years before, this grandfather, knowing his grandson would barely remember him, wrote a letter. He tried to tell his newborn…
Christ came to proclaim, to call. He came to assure whom he called. We aren’t living for ourselves, anymore. We’re living for Jesus: we live for him by seeing ourselves…
These words of Isaiah are a poem, a song, a prophecy of hope. The hope is for Jerusalem; Jerusalem, here, is not simply a city, a spot on the map. …