We think we must get dressed up on our Sunday best to talk with God. We're afraid that being made of flesh and blood meets with divine disapproval. The fact that we love to laugh, go for a walk with a friend, sip tea and read a good book is probably regarded, from on high, we fear, with a cosmic frown.
We forget it was God's idea, not ours, to make us human. He did not fashion us as angels who operate in the realm of spirit, nor did he make us animals without will or reason. God made us human. How do we discover what it means to be authentically human? We look to Jesus.
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