Jesus didn’t die to produce a people paralysed by their fretting over the macro situations, lost in the clouds of coulda, shoulda, woulda.
He died to produce a people zealous for good works.
An army of love propelled by passion to make a real difference by actually serving the very people they find themselves amongst. Finger nails dirty, t-shirts sweaty, hearts broken.
Today again, he’s stirring us up to love and good deeds.