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When I was younger, I had the old images of a perfect father who hated
imperfection. Weakness and sin were things the divine could not swallow, and
the blood of Jesus was not to be wasted in trembling through the issues. It was
once and for all salvation over constant grace.
This, however, says more about the nature of us than the love of God. We
are easily bruised and full of ego. The idea of working from failure to success,
very slowly, seems like a terrible story. We are more into the glory than the
pain. We forget that the cross is the pain and the glory comes through death, the
daily and then the final kind.
The fire is part of the glory, death is just a door and the trembling
fear is just a reminder that we care about the things that matter. We have the learn
to embrace the whole process.
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