Advent comes by night For He has chosen not thrones and crowns But the hearts of men as His prize Traded silken warmth for a cold cloth and trough And the foolish things to confound the Wise.

The cross and resurrection of Christ brought redemption, but that was the crescendo, the final blow. The reconciliation really began the moment Mary became pregnant. Just as Jesus did not become leprous when He touched the leper, He would not become contaminated by humanity. His glory would transform us, minute by minute, breath by breath, every moment He lived on this earth.

They are woven together into an eternal tapestry of what they know and what they cannot quite see. Speaking of One greater, whispering the welcome of the King of kings.

Why did You still have wounds anyway? Why was your body not whole? There You stood, risen in glory, And yet Your torn flesh remained.

When we are just seeking to love Him and know Him, our soul opens in delight. The rest is up to God. How He meets us, if, when, and how He communicates something specifically to us, and whether He allows us to sense His presence physically are all up to Him. The part that’s up to us is our attention and our love.

It often feels like a dance. We step with God in musical harmony. He speaks, we believe. He nudges, we act. He smiles, we grow. He corrects, we learn.

The voices in this video series—pastors, theologians, artists, and activists from around the globe—invite us to consider justice not as an abstract idea, but as a deeply personal call.

The true prophets are hiding in closets, covered in yesterday’s paint splatters with unfinished poetry churning in their souls, waiting in agony for the stars to sing.

In this engaging video, Abbie Troyanek sits down with Craig Westhoff to discuss the intricate emotions that we can encounter on our journey with prophetic justice.

Do you submit to it?  Embrace it’s mystery?  Surrender to it’s effect on our souls?  Do you put yourself as clay on the potters wheel, bending to it’s pressure, giving in to it’s molding, it’s shaping, it’s transforming work?