To Be Alive Is To

Jesus Comes For Sinners, For Those Outcast...and Those Caught Up In Squalid Choices And Failed Dreams.

This Is The God Of The Gospel Of Grace. A God Who, Out Of Love For Us, Sent The Only Son He Ever Had Wrapped In Our Skin. He Learned How To Walk, Stumbled And Fell, Cried For His Milk, Sweated Blood In The Night, Was Lashed With A Whip And Showered With Spit, Was Fixed To A Cross, And Died Whispering Forgiveness On Us All.

The Sorrow Of God Lies In Our Fear Of Him, Our Fear Of Life, And Our Fear Of Ourselves. He Anguishes Over Our Self-absorption And Self-sufficiency... God's Sorrow Lies In Our Refusal To Approach Him When We Sinned And Failed.

Rome Is Burning, Jesus Says. Drop Your Fiddle, Change Your Life And Come To Me. Let Go Of The Good Days That Never Were - A Regimented Church You Never Attended, Traditional Virtues You Never Practiced, Legalistic Obedience You Never Honored, And A Sterile Orthodoxy You Never Accepted. The Old Era Is Done. The Decisive Inbreak Of God Has Happened.

Stop Comparing Or Boast At Your Victories. He Was Referring To Enormous Vitality And Strength Of God Of Jesus Seeking Union With Us. The Living Acts Of A Christian Become Somehow The Acts Of Christ.