I think the majority of people live in the margins of life.
We feel as if we have just fallen short.
We’re not good enough, smart enough, rich enough, important enough, and so we define ourselves by our circumstances.
You know what I love about the Gospels.
They are full of stories of how Jesus steps into the margins of peoples life and pulls them out, and gives them hope, and restores their value.
Maybe it’s a reminder for us that no matter how broken, or worn out, or dirty we get, Jesus is never to busy to acknowledge us.
After all one of the reasons the pharisee hated him was because he choose to spend his time with those the empire and the law choose to marginalize.
