It's Easter Sunday! Hallelujah!
The challenge to love in the glamorous sense of big dreams, visions of fighting injustice and of bringing light to darkness, but doing so ready and alert that this will necessarily involve the gritty sense of long days and tired feet.
These words never fail to make a sense of calm wash over me. I needed them today. Serving suggestion: read slowly.
From John 13. He was both King and servant - and neither of those titles are reserved to working hours. Love is a full-time occupation, after all. Love in the big things, God on the Earth and God on the cross, but also love in the washing of feet in the basin.
From John 6. In which Jesus' teaching sounds an awful lot like an invitation to cannibalism as far as his disciples are concerned.
The Gospels show that Jesus invites, restores and saves women. The only qualification to be a disciple, or one who teaches, leads, heals, serves or prophecies in the name of Jesus is a love of God. And gender could never disqualify anyone from that.