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Easter and Those Bad People

All the hymns we sang Easter morning were full of me’s. Me, me, me, paired with the occasional I. Jesus died for me. Jesus saved me. Jesus sacrificed for me. I am not worthy of what Jesus did for me.

What if we changed the me? What if we made it, Jesus died for the man sleeping on the sidewalk whom you just walked by?

Jesus died for drug lord sitting in the prison cell.

Jesus died for the rapist and the child molester and the Ponzi schemer and the banker who never saw a conflict of interest he couldn’t ignore and the woman who believes it’s all hers and expects honors if she choses to share just the tiniest bit.

Would we still like such a man, one who died for all those bad people? Or would we think, what a waste!

here’s to creative synthesis . . .

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