When Truth Pierces through Pain

“Christin, you are pretty, but it’s too bad that you’re black.”

Her words pierced my soul like a razor-sharp dagger. I was in Central America, thousands of miles from my home on a college study abroad program. The beauty of the tropical trees, vibrant flowers and sights of the city were so inviting. But at that moment I felt unwelcome. Unwanted. Utterly despised and rejected.

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Encountering the Splendor of Christ

I have discovered that doing laundry can be a powerful opportunity to meet with God. He is with us in the washing, and present in the piles. The other day as I put in load of whites, I thought of the amazing description of Jesus’ clothing in the Gospel of Mark–a description that involves bleach. (I never realized bleach was actually in the Bible!) Imagine yourself as one of the privileged disciples–Peter, James or John. They were chosen by Jesus to accompany him on high mountain, and they would never forget the incredible sight they encountered.

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