Have you ever been to NYC—
There you see your pedestrians, your yellow cabs and buses, your food vendors, your shop windows, your various and sundry festivals and parades, and of course—your homeless people. Everyone and everything in a constant state of motion, surging at the cross walks, piling up around the entrances to the subway. It’s a river of humanity, flowing through the streets, nourishing the city with its life.
So, contrary to their first inclinations, tourists in
That’s what the angel says to the slack-jawed disciples as they stand on the mountain and watch Jesus slowly ascend into heaven—getting smaller and smaller, until the couldn’t even see him anymore—but couldn’t drag their eyes from the sight, either. “Men of
As do we. We are loved by a gracious God, who gave Jesus to take away our sin—we are free. And the promise of the resurrection has us dreaming of that one fine day, when tears will be no more, and sickness fade away, and strife end. We’re looking up to the great by and by. And that’s okay—for a while. But life happens at street level, and Jesus would want us to be there—not on the 100th floor. So today, get your head out of the clouds. Look around with a Jesus eye. What can you do to tell that story? What can you do to point the way to Christ? And what can you learn from those whom you encounter—on the streets with Jesus?
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