It is Finished. But He's Not.

Justice, a person, came to us in peace with a beating heart & pulsing, healing hands. He created a Kingdom – a new, better way. He hugged the outcasts, liberated the captives, & began restoring the broken.

He died to set us free; He rose to give us life. A new heart united to His – that thumps in rhythm with His purposes, His character, His Spirit

But our flesh- it has the stench of death. It gets in the way – that old part of our personhood that He’s still redeeming. That pride-filled part that surges when we judge, argue, gossip, strive, cling; that thrives & is intent on breaking up the Body that was created by His body breaking for us.

Are we so set on condemning others that we’re missing His steady gaze? Are we so distracted by determining strangers’ worth that we’re ignoring His radical love? Are we so numb to our flesh that the stench of our judging, side-eyeing, cancelling is seemingly pleasant? 

He said He’s doing a new thing, beyond what we can even dare to perceive- are you aware of it? – In you, in me, in the culture, in the world. 

He’s leading the resurrection parade; the fragrance of life left in His wake. Justice, rescue, peace, & redemption teaming to blanket the streets like confetti. Are you a bystander avoiding the parade route or are you walking in step with the tempo of His heart – of your new heart?

Because it is finished. 

But He’s not. 🌼