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Gentle

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. - John 1:14 NIV

This week one of my friends was telling me that they read all of the blog posts I write. That alone makes me feel uncomfortable. I can't believe people, especially friends, would take the time to read what I write. After all, I'm just a normal guy.

My friend went on to say that I have a gentle way of sharing the messages. That description hit me differently. At first I thought, "well that's cool." I imagine Jesus in most cases being a cool cucumber. I think He was able to present the truth with a heavy dose of grace. Then I thought, “Isn’t that how we should always share the Gospel? Shouldn’t we strive to be gentle like the Lamb?”

I picture Jesus as a gentle, calm man who was slow to anger. His message was revolutionary and challenging at times, but it was always delivered in a way that oozed love. He provided restoration to those who experienced His miracles. The restoration He provided went far beyond the physical and permetated the spiritual. To those that heard His message, I am hopeful they heard peace, love, redemption, and grace. This King would rule in a way no other had before or will after.

Christianity is different. As followers, love is the number one characteristic others should see. It is the way they should know who our leader is. 

Shouldn't our message, as followers of Jesus, always be gentle? Shouldn't what we say be filled with grace and truth? Shouldn't the truth feel uncomfortable at times but be accompanied with a strange dose of grace that allows us to be gentle in our message? 

Be blessed and be a blessing,
Matt

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