Following the arrest of a possible suspect in the Ipswich murder cases, this post by Mike is even more powerful, for it reminds us of our common humanity: comment here.
Christ is the prostitute, the working girl, the hooker, the drug addict.
Christ is the john, the trick, the punter.
Christ is the policeman, the detective, the filth.
Christ is the journalist, the cameraman, the presenter.
Christ is the viewer, the reader, the listener.
Christ is the father, the mother, the sister, the brother.
God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, dies every time we sin. Every time we fail to live up to the promise that is in us, every time we reject Him/Her, every time we look the other way, every time we watch without seeing, every time we read without understanding, every time we hear without listening. God is always already there, in the sin, in the pain, in the dying.
But Jesus rises in every kind word, in every attempt to help, in every moment of empathy, in every tear, in every penny freely given, in every smile loosed.
