Prayerful We Have What We Need to Practice Love

Dear Father,

You spoke the world into being with a word, and then You knelt in the dust to shape us with Your hands. You did not make one mold and stamp out copies — You crafted every face, every fingerprint, every story. And then Paul, writing from a Roman jail cell, dared to say what no philosopher of his age would: "There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus."

Lord, I confess that I carry invisible walls inside me — assumptions about who belongs at my table, who deserves my patience, who is worth my time. Tear those walls down the way You tore the temple curtain, from top to bottom, by Your own hand.

Give me the eyes of the woman at the well, who ran back to the very town that shunned her and said, "Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did." She didn't hoard Your grace. She shared it with the people she had every reason to avoid.