“Today feels all about ‘unity’.”
We were eating lunch and celebrating after the FREEDOM TOUR CLASSIC when someone said that. I’m not sure anything could have pleased me more.
Unity, not uniformity. Unity, the root word of community.
Unity – coming together around a common purpose.
We live in an increasingly divided culture. We probably could have discovered all sorts of differences among the people gathered to support our kids. But for at least a few hours, none of that seemed to matter.
It was all about a group of kids who once had no hope, born in slavery and seemingly destined to die in slavery. It was about celebrating new hope and the freedom for those kids to become the men and women God intended them to be.
I don’t think that happens by accident, and I don’t think it happens because of anything we did.
“Unity” was among Jesus’ final prayers for us on the night before he died.
“I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one… so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.”
Love one another… in complete unity.
Following Jesus isn’t complicated. It’s also not easy.