"And at the sixth hour, He will breathe His last, but breathe into me my first...'Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends (John 15:13).'
This day, 2000 years ago, the King above every government on Earth; the Creator of this Universe who simply spoke and things came into being; the all-knowing God who was from the beginning and is to eternity; This God came to you and I.
These stories brought to light the realities of the Green: these people were fighting against sexual assault, police brutality, and social stigma associated with mental health--issues that we Yalies tout ourselves for championing.
But if I stop loving, if I stop letting the spirit of God move in me, am I still me?
For the lives lost in First Baptist Church in Sutherland Springs, I promise that wherever I am, you are there. The news has not released your names yet, but I promise that I will not fear walking through that church door and finding my spot in the pew, because you weren’t.
Finally, when you walk across the aisle to lay hold of your diploma, you will know without a doubt that God’s faithfulness followed you all the way there.
In death, there is no turning back, no last minute good deed, no “winging-it.”
My scar is weakness sewn back together with Something much stronger: a Something that lets me laugh in the face of the anxieties we create for ourselves, a Something that is home no matter where I am, a Something that lets me look in the mirror and see the strength of the Rocky Mountains stand in perfection atop someone very weak, but very much at peace.
As a dancer, you must ask yourself: How can I make His choreography, the ultimate choreography, my own, while still sticking to the Creator’s true intent?
You could easily be reading something else. Listening to something else. Watching something else. But, with no one other than God to thank, you aren’t.