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Have you ever been in a forest and stood next to a cliff where there are large boulders? If so, you've probably seen trees growing in seemingly-impossible places. Trees grow through the boulders, or they root themselves in trace amounts of dirt and their roots surround the boulders. It always looks like it should be impossible for trees to grow in some of these places, but they find a way. Never ceases to amaze me when you watch as the roots trace a path towards water, towards life, stopped by nothing.
That's the Gospel.
So many rocks, like Herod and Pharaoh and Pontious Pilate, have stood proudly, thinking they'd win, thinking that surely they'd squash the Gospel beneath their strength. Surely a movement of ordinary people like this couldn't outlast them, couldn't resist their might!
But the Gospel finds a way.
Like roots from a resourceful tree, stretching this way and that, finding life, following some built-in signal that seeks out life, that refuses to be stopped. The beating heart of the Gospel outlasted Pharaoh and Herod and so many other rulers. Like a river running towards the sea, it sweeps up so many in the course of history, gathering us up in its arms and carrying us towards eternity.
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