We spent Easter with the outcast--the lame, the halt, the thieves, the alcoholics, the drug-addicts, the murderers. We spent Easter dancing with Jesus. He loves us. Whether we’re thieves, adulterers, liars, cheats, gluttons, alcoholics or murderers, He loves us. Whether we see Him in a fancy building with stained glass windows or dancing with us in the streets, He’s there. He’s alive. If you haven’t seen Him, walk with those who do see Him. Perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse. Perhaps He’ll come and sit with you. Perhaps He’ll dance with you.
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