CYNICAL

I can be that at times. Scary.

PAUSE.

Rachel Held Evans writes in her book WHOLEHEARTED FAITH, "There's so much performance around us, so much posturing, that you can easily begin to wonder whether authenticity even exists anymore. You grow skeptical of others' mixed motives, in no small part because you know your own." It happens. Layers of calcified anger. Cynical.

How do you change a hardened heart? The callousness that keeps love and trust at a distance? Most of us don't know we have a problem until hateful words vomit at an unwarranted time, and you have to clean up fast. Save face.

The God-man hanging on a cross certainly had every reason in the world to be cynical. To hate the people who spit on him, mocked his name, marred His face, watched Him die, for reasons they wouldn't understand until after the fact. But He didn't. It was Easter.

The place where stone cold hearts roll away, folded layers of unbelief disappear, and Love reigns.

Bless.

Momma Bear

Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.” And the soldiers gambled for his clothes by throwing dice. Luke 23:34