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For the first time in a long while, I feel as if my life is actually coming back together again.  Honestly, I don’t know what to make of it. 

On the one hand, it scares me to death.  It always seems when I have a slight bit of mastery over things, my world spins madly out of control.  [Perhaps that is for the best, as in my experience, control leads to complacency and contentment.  Those, in turn, lead to stagnation and stagnation is the worst place a believer could be.] 

Conversely, I am not sure that I have ever been more excited about life.  My aspirations are lofty and numerous and it seems that some of them might actually come to fruition [seminary in community and photography as vocation, in particular].  On top of this I am experiencing anew the redemption brought by Resurrection.  The Risen one takes the broken renouncers and restores them to fellowship.  Not only does he restore, but He also commissions.  The very ones that turn away are allowed to participate and even lead in establishing the New Creation. 

We can experience the same thing Peter did around those two charcoal fires. 

We turn our backs.  We fall away.  We scatter.  

Resurrection changes it all.  

We are met face to face and embraced.  We are picked up.  We are brought back. 

We are redeemed.