The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.

I have been seized by the power of a great affection.

In every encounter we either give life or we drain it; there is no neutral exchange.

We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.

This is the God of the gospel of grace. A God who, out of love for us, sent the only Son He ever had wrapped in our skin. He learned how to walk, stumbled and fell, cried for His milk, sweated blood in the night, was lashed with a whip and showered with spit, was fixed to a cross, and died whispering forgiveness on us all.

That which is denied cannot be healed.

We should be astonished at the goodness of God, stunned that He should bother to call us by name, our mouths wide open at His love, bewildered that at this very moment we are standing on holy ground.