If I Was Jesus, I Would Have Lost My Cool A Lot More

Jesus went His whole earthly existence without sinning.

Not only is that impressive in its own rights, but the fact that He did this while living among the religious leaders makes it a miracle!

Now, I’m going to try REALLY hard not to be judgmental here.  But the truth is, I’m not Jesus.

Recently my husband was asked why we do what we do, talking about our bicycle organization Involved Cycles. The specific question surrounded the fact that we do it all for free, without pay. Why on earth would be do that?

Well, God never said that our calling should or would be our income source.  Just because we aren’t getting paid, just because we don’t always know how we are going to make ends meet, doesn’t mean that we don’t move forward with our calling.

For many people, money is a stumbling block to ministry. They do not believe they can minister until they have enough money to sustain themselves.

OOOORRRR, they have money, blow it on a TON of fancy special crazy tools, equipment, buildings and more and feel that the ministry should come to them.

Recently I saw a small church put together a video for a sermon series. Now, we all like funny little videos, but when several hours are put into prepping, filming and editing those videos, I start to cringe. Somehow the time and money spent on these trivial things is seen as ministry, while that same time and money could be spent actually doing hands on ministry in the community.

I personally believe that Jesus wants us all to get our hands dirty. Even Jesus was a laborer!

He didn’t try to appease the wealthy around Him by telling them to keep their fancy jobs, work long hours, give the church your money and it’s the same as real ministry.

When Jesus tried to invite the wealthy man to be one of His disciples, the requirement was clear; forget all the power, wealth and lifestyle, just follow me.

Easier said than done in Middle America. In Middle America we like things clean and streamlined. Everything must fit into orderly schedules. Even our ministry.

Church is at a regularly scheduled time, discipleship at a regularly scheduled time, ministry at a regularly scheduled time, we deposit our tithes and offerings weekly, on schedule.

When all the while, our communities are crying out for real love and ministry.

The schizophrenic who believes that the local medical clinic has a secret mafia who conspired to kill Robin Williams (a real person I’ve met) is not going to come to your Men’s Breakfast to listen to you talk about your Promise Keeper (going old school) Bible study. He may NEVER cross the threshold of your church (thank goodness since ever stuffy elder would gasp in disgust at his appearance and rambling).

The woman who has lost 7 children (another person I’ve met) to the Child Protection System due to addiction and who is trying to figure out how to move forward in life, if at all, is not going to attend your Mother’s Brunch featuring frilly dresses and fruit parfaits.

The child who has stolen enough to be charged with grand larceny (checking pocket for phone now…) and will likely steal from the church when he has the opportunity is not looking to sit in front of a puppet show about Noah’s Ark.

These are real people. THEY are the ones who Jesus wants us to minister too.

Yes, Middle America needs ministering. They are people too. But I’m pretty sure that 99% of the American churches, have them covered.

Let’s stop spending our money on frivolous entertainment, pretty decorations, fancy equipment and gorgeous buildings.

Jesus doesn’t need us to make Him relevant. His message is what makes Him relevant.

If we can’t trust that people will be drawn to Him by His message alone, then why are we even bothering with any of this?

How About You?

Who do you know that falls through the cracks of the Middle American Christian Church?


Much love, I’m not a hater,

Esther Aspling

Not even Parenting Mistakes

I’m Okay With Imperfect Kids

Today I’m over at Bridging the Gap talking about imperfect kids!

For the longest time, we thought our teenager was just a big giant brat. For some reason, the road into adolescence led us to a teenage daughter who struggled being around her younger siblings, whose rage was borderline scary for us as parents, and whose emotions were a veritable minefield.

This wasn’t the first time in her life that we’d had trouble with her. Her preschool and early elementary years were marred by her being kicked out of two daycares and the bus service to her school, as well as being put on a babysitter blacklist. These challenges led us to homeschooling.

While her extremely strong will made life with her challenging, it didn’t send up any red flags, as it was my own mother who gave us her well-worn copy of James Dobson’s The Strong-Willed Child from when I was younger.

It wasn’t until we started looking into Autism Spectrum Disorders for one of her younger siblings that we realized we had made a huge mistake. She seemed to be a poster child for the Autism Spectrum Disorder formerly known as Asperger’s.

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When Saying No Hurts

My husband and I run an organization called Involved Cycles. We try to bring dignity and self reliant transportation to our communities poor and homeless population.

One of the ways that we do this is by weekly setting up a portable shop at a local shelter and fixing bikes that people bring in. These are the “hard working” poor. They bike to and from work, sometimes several miles, on really cheap, crappy bikes. Then they work long hours at really crappy jobs, just to keep a roof over their heads or to try to get a roof over their head.

Last month we met someone as he took shelter from the sun under our shop tent. If you are him, reading this, please hear my sincerity.

He was a sweet man. He was currently homeless, and had come to the shelter to get a meal. They wouldn’t let him in to eat because they thought he was drunk, but they did give him a to-go box.

He sat with us for a couple of hours. Another community member offered to replace the strings on his guitar while we all hung out. He talked about some of his travels, his aspirations, his current troubles and his gratitude for new strings.

He said he was autistic, which even though he is high functioning, I could see made navigating life a little difficult for him. He said all he wanted to do was get home to North Dakota. Here he would easily find a job and be back on his feet.

After a second night of hanging out with us, my husband and I asked him if we could look into purchasing him a train ticket. We thought it was the right thing to do.

The next day however, I felt unsettled. I searched online to find the churches that he said he attended. One had a website and phone number, the other had no number to be found (trust me, I looked REALLY hard).

My uneasiness was confirmed after I spoke with the pastor at a church he attended on occasion (the other church was his primary place of worship). He said that this man was an alcoholic and shared several stories with me. He explained that he had exhausted literally every single human service organization in the area and then he put it bluntly, he was NOT welcome back.

I felt horrible. I knew that even though we had tried not to, we had led him on.

We met with him that night, and I stalled for as long as humanly possible. I just couldn’t tell him the truth.

Eventually I had to buck up and just do it. I told him we could not help him get back to where he wanted to be. I just didn’t feel it was the best place for him. There was no support and only the temptation of falling into the same bad routine.

He couldn’t admit to the addiction his pastor spoke of, or that his autism impaired him at all. We had even gotten him an interview at a local recovery program for men, that would not only treat his addiction but would provide shelter as well.

But I still felt horrible.

Sometimes I just want to walk up and fix someone’s problems. Step into their life, hit the right buttons and push reset for them.

But, that’s not always what’s best for them. I have a hard time admitting this. A really hard time.

I can’t say there is a definition of who, in what situation, when or how. All I know is that when God says no, you had better say no.

I can fully admit we were wrong to offer to even look into the train ticket prices. We should have prayed first. I still feel awful that we gave him a false hope.

We haven’t seen him now for a few weeks. I’m praying for him, and I hope he’s safe and okay.

I also hope God is able to place the right people in his path so that he can choose the road to recovery himself. A path which I would feel honored to stand alongside and support.


How About You?

Have you ever gone too far to help someone, and then realized you shouldn’t have?


Love y’all!

Esther :-)


A Blog Hop Bonanza!

There are literally millions of blogs. To call yourself a mommy blogger is almost like saying you are human. Isn’t everyone?

This week I was challenged by my friend Kendra Roehl from the blog The Ruth Experience to participate in a blog hop.

She answered a series of questions, then tagged me, challenging me to do the same. At the end I’ll then tag a couple other of my blog friends!


Why do I write what I write?

Hmm. I like to pick hard topics, and be super honest about them. It is easy for all of us, especially me to have nice pretty answers to the crap that surrounds us all the time. I’d rather expose it for what it is.

Being blunt and honest online is actually quite liberating, and gives me a voice I wouldn’t normally have in my every day life. You may see me as an outspoken loudmouth, but in actuality I’m pretty quiet and can be quite awkward in conversation.


How Does My Writing Process Work?

There’s a process? I knew I was doing something wrong.

Seriously though, I just sit and write when I feel moved. Sometimes I force it out, but I always hate those words and almost always delete them.

I’m a pretty emotional person. Usually I keep things bottled up and that blocks my writing. If I can continually write those feelings out I will normally keep a steady pace of writing.


What Am I Working On Right Now?

What aren’t I working on is more like it. My husband and I started an organization earlier this year called Involved Cycles. It looks to bring self reliant transportation to the homeless and poor in our community. It’s a lot more work than I thought it would be.

We homeschool. 5/6 of our kids are school age. It is August. Boom.

Last year I started a devotional book. I’d still really like to finish. But if you go up a question you can see how challenging that may be for me.


What writers would I like to introduce to you?

I have two dear friends in my community who also blog.

Shannon Chilson started her blog around the same time as me. We were both going through sharing really hard and personal things at the same time. Through her openness she has helped many marriages find their way back to center after deviating off course.  Find her at Restored Through Grace

Natalie Ringsmuth is a blog newbie. She may be new, but she’s writing from her heart, and that is always wonderful! She is the worship leader at her church and also at a local prison ministry. Her writing approaches topics that women in leadership within the church deal with on a continual basis, and that is important. Find her at The Greatest Treasure

Shannon, Natalie, now it is your turn to share!

Before you leave though, I want to throw in a couple more blogs. Because this is my blog, and I can.

I was going to include my cousin, Matt Mareck, in the blog hop. Unfortunately I quickly noticed he has already participated. Bummer. (Read it here).  He is the second blogger I know with a Master’s Degree in something wordy (real technical there) (the first being Kristin Demery, Kendra’s sister and co-writer at The Ruth Experience). His blog And Now I Can Die Happy is male, nerdy and honest. I love it. Almost makes me forget how annoying he was as a child. ;-)

The next is another one of my cousins, Jennifer Victor-Larsen. She is rather new to the blog world as well, but is a welcome presence in the sea of DIY’s, food pictures and product reviews. Her blog Hero Search looks to connect every day people with amazing organizations to help do incredible things in our community. From human trafficking to homelessness she is helping people give back in an effective manner by advertising specific needs that organizations have to those who can fill them.

Esther :-)


We Are All God’s Chosen People


noun \ˈkris-chən, ˈkrish-\

: a person who believes in the teachings of Jesus Christ


I’m not a terribly political person. I used to be, but thank goodness I saw the light and stopped before my heart gave out.

But many who read this will probably toss me into some nut job category, not to be take seriously.

I don’t really care, I just can’t stand hearing about this topic anymore.

So I am going to just state some things that are true.

God loves Palestinians, even the people fighting for Hamas.

God cares about the safety and welfare of the Palestinians. Remember Ishmael, Abraham’s son with Sarah’s maidservant? When they were sent away into the wilderness, left to die alone, God sent them an angel. He reassured them that God cared for them, they were not forgotten. Do you remember the Roman soldier in the Garden of Gethsemane who had his ear cut off? Despite what the soldier was there to do, Jesus took the time to heal the man, ensuring his future.

Jesus was sent to this earth to unite us all. No longer were we Jew and Gentile, we all have the opportunity to claim the lineage of being God’s chosen people. Not one person in this world is bad or evil enough to be denied the grace of God.

We are to be a light to the world. The extent of our grace and love is meant to be so illogical that people are drawn to us. Jesus loved and cared for the worst of the worst, that’s what set Him apart. Our love for the Palestinian people should be so illogical that people cannot help but see how different we are from those around us.

We are to love our enemies. Jesus summed up the commandments in 4 words; love God, love others. We even have a nifty definition of what love is and isn’t in 1 Corinthians 13. When in doubt, check it out. Match your actions with the list to see whether or not you are showing love.

We are all made in the image of God. Each and every one of us has the signature of our maker on our being. Sure, sometimes you have to look extra hard to see it in some people, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t there. In fact God has used and chosen different groups of people through time to show Himself to the world. In fact, He used the Muslim world in the 9th and 10th centuries to bring a mathematical Golden Age.

No one person or country is above reproach. Jesus came to earth to do something none of us could do; live a sinless life. Not only can no person live a sinless life, no country, group or organization can have sinless actions. Mostly because they are made of people, sinners. When we as a people defend, defend, defend and defend the actions of a country, no matter what, we start to defend their possibly sin filled actions. If we were without sin we never would have needed grace. If we don’t need grace we don’t need Jesus.

Rant over.

I hope I stayed out of the political arena, I’m sure I’ll hear about it if I didn’t.

The whole point is, God loves us all, no matter what. It’s time for us to do the same.

Peace out!

Esther :-)


Superwoman I am Not

I consider myself to be a healthy mix of Martha Stewart, the Boy Scouts and MacGyver.

I am pretty stinkin’ organized.

I am usually pretty well prepared.

And I can improvise really well.

But then there are times when I show my true human nature.

Take this recent example as evidence enough.

My teenage son was signed up for camp. He was going to a camp we know, with a group we don’t know.

We’ve been saving up and bartering for a while to send him. Camp is expensive.

I’ve had it on the calendar for a couple of months, and even had the brochure on my nightstand (admittedly under a bunch of junk).

I’ve been in contact with the group administrator all week about the last payment, forms and who he’s traveling with.

So, when I got a call at 2:30 in the afternoon asking if we were on our way, I was confused. Really confused.

On our way where? Was there a pre-camp meeting I forgot about? Why would they be calling us about something as simple as a meeting?

That’s when it hit me. I had the wrong dates for camp on our calendar this whole time.

They were leaving now. Like RIGHT NOW.

Calmly, and collectively I told the young voiced youth pastor we’d meet them at the interstate exit in 40 minutes. 20 minutes to pack, 20 minutes to drive.

Now, you’ve got to understand. This is no normal camp. They are at the literal edge of Yellowstone sleeping in full size tepees. He needed to be prepared for mountain hiking, rock climbing, mountain biking, horse back riding and white water rafting.

In 20 minutes.

I raced through the house carrying my laptop with the list I received in my email box, frantically looking for clean clothes for my teenage son who is allergic to doing laundry.

In my panic I tripped on the stairs and sent my laptop flying. Crash, Bang, Boom. Laptop’s dead.

Quick to find the other laptop, log in to my email, download the list, try this again.

Within 40 minutes of the frantic call he was on the road to Wyoming.


The best part? I am now 100% visible as the human I am.

I’m not perfect. I never will be.

I may have traits that make me appear to have it all together at times (although those traits seem to be disappearing as fast as my pre-children figure), but let no man be fooled, Superwoman I am not.

This is good news for my children.

Say what?

Yes. Good news.

You see, I am just proof that no matter how hard humanity strives to achieve it, perfection is unobtainable.

This is important. The moment we start to believe that we have the ability to overcome sin, human error or even consequence, we take away from the remarkable life and actions of Jesus.

If we could achieve perfection, then what was the point of Jesus?

If I could somehow follow all the rules, play the game of life just right and avoid all human contact so as to not get annoyed, why’d He even bother coming here in the first place?

There’s a reason Jesus came to this planet in the form of a living, breathing human being.

It’s stinkin’ hard to be a person.

Now imagine what He had to overcome, and somehow yet still remained perfect and sinless.

He grew up Jewish. I mean, was there any other religion with more rules?

He lived in a small town. Gossip and pettiness anyone?

He had younger siblings. No explanation needed.

He grew up doing construction. Um, construction sites are not known for their moral purity.

And the list could go on.

My point is this; God doesn’t expect us to ever achieve perfection. It’s not humanly possible.

But this culture we live in still somehow expects that Christians are to be perfect.

Perfect image. Perfect behavior. Perfect choices. Perfect lifestyle. Perfect family. Perfect children. Perfect career. Perfect lives.

It’s just plain stupid.

I want my kids to know upfront that perfection is not possible. And not only that, but that it’s dangerous to even attempt.

The moment that we believe that we can be like Jesus is the moment that we take the second bite of the apple offered up to Eve in the garden.

Adam and Eve were not made to be God. They were made to walk with God.

We were not made to be Jesus, but to walk with Him.


How About You?

Do you have an area you are afraid to not be perfect in?


Love you guys!

Esther :-)


Let the (Refugee) Children Come to Me.

And then Jesus replied, “I am concerned about the cost of feeding this crowd. Tell those who came to return to their homes to feed themselves.”

Um, yeah, not quite.

I’m angry right now. I’ve avoided writing this post because of how angry I am.  Anger is not always the best place to write from.

But as I’ve tried to let myself simmer down, I’ve only gotten angrier.

Right now there are Tens of THOUSANDS of children waiting to be accepted into the loving arms of the adults they hoped would greet them in the land of opportunity.

Imagine this, you are dead or missing. Your child is without care, food,  and shelter.

But they have hope. They use every ounce of that hope to cross international borders in search of freedom.

But when they cross that border they are met with angry adults. Adults that want to send them back to a death sentence. To a land void of all hope. Countries where they will end up forced into sex trafficking, the drug trade or to be child soldiers against their will.

Somehow instead of seeing the spirit of hope that can renew our nation, revive our hearts and challenge our resolve, we see numbers.

Politics and immigration reform aside, I want to talk about humanity.

I don’t want to be a part of a society that turns away children who are destined to die in the streets. Period.

I’ve never been patriotic. Since I was a child I’ve always held a more global view (mostly because Jesus kind of cared more about, well, everyone).

So I’ve always had a hard time understanding how we as Americans see everyone outside our borders as enemies rather than as brothers and sisters.


Last week I had a garage sale. I hate garage sales.

But in the middle of my sale something awesome happened.

I met a family who had just moved to Minnesota from Honduras. Their 4 year old son and my 6 year old son were playing and getting along great, no language barrier to be seen.

I had been chatting with the dad about the local schools and his uneasiness in sending his son to the public schools he didn’t feel would meet his high parental standards.

This is the kind of family we want in our country.

If our argument is that immigrants will be a burden to us as a society, I think we should look in the mirror.

When did we start seeing ourselves as better than every other person on this planet?

Our ego is astonishing and disgusting at the same time.

Jesus crossed all cultural boundaries. He just didn’t care. He could see the man made walls that we created, and tore down every brick.

When Jesus tried talked to the Samaritan woman at the well, his disciples were taken back. Samaritans were icky. They did things differently.

He didn’t care.

He spent time with Gentiles, tax collector’s, prostitutes, lepers and more.

He just didn’t care.

Hell, He really, really pissed off a bunch of people. To the point of them wanting him dead for how much he loved people!

In the US I hear the same people who want to tighten immigration (including refugee children at our borders), claim they want to return this nation to that which follows Christianity.

Well I have news for you. Christianity is actually a religion based on following the actions and life of a man named Jesus Christ.

You see, Jesus Christ was a bit of a radical. Well, more of an extreme radical.

What made Him extreme was His constant need for including EVERYONE.


When He fed the 4,000 or the 5,000, He didn’t have them fill out a questionnaire ahead of time to ensure all those in attendance followed His beliefs or were of the ‘right’ race, religion or creed.

He just fed them.

He didn’t question those who He healed; the lepers, the blind, the paralyzed or even the dead.

He just healed them.

Should my children ever find themselves orphaned and in need of care, food or shelter, I hope that others will not turn them away.

In the mean time, I would hope that other Jesus following people in this country will see the error in their thinking. That we would all see the power that love and acceptance have.

And then maybe, just maybe we will begin to resemble something closer to what Christ looked like to those around Him.


How About You?

If you look beyond the dollar, and label given to those seeking refuge, how would that change your view on immigration?


Love you all!

Esther :-)

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Do We Get Along? Relating to Teenagers

I’m over at Bridging the Gap today talking about relating to the teenagers in your life!

Recently my teenager was asked the question, “Do you get along with your parents?”

So she asked me, “Do we get along?” Good question!

I’ve heard many parents of adult children tell me that there was a time when they didn’t get along with their child, but that it got better into adulthood. But isn’t there a way to get along now?

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Jesus Was Pro Open Source

Last year Aaron Swartz, co-founder of Reddit and a gifted young man whose goal it was to open source academic journals committed suicide after being arrested and looking at 35 years in prison.

He felt that people shouldn’t have to pay to see academic research and he saw the good and potential for progress that came from giving access to the public.

To me, this sounds like Jesus.

Yes, I am actually making that leap.

At a time when status, race and gender meant everything, Jesus came in and gave access to everyone.

No longer were you required to be of Jewish heritage, or male or even from the ‘correct’ tribe.

He offered up access to God the Father to everyone. He came in like a storm and blew apart all expectations, healing people who were not considered as worthy and chatting it up with women on the fringe of society.

For the most part He did not have time to deal with the elite, they felt they had the ability to have the religious access they desired, and didn’t need Jesus anyway.

But for those who would have never been able to reach it on their own, He was there to hand it out in droves.

It seems to me sometimes that we forget this. We get all high and mighty and start to think that our personal products; our stories, our past, our salvation, are somehow not only our own, but also something we should restrict to those around us.

God gave me a story. God gave you a story. But wouldn’t it seem absurd if I said, “I’ll tell you my testimony for $15.”

Yet, that’s what we get all the time. Somehow we feel as though our testimony is something that should garner ourselves income, rather than giving it out freely to those in need around us.

Where in the Bible do you see Jesus charging $50-100 a head for access to His preaching conventions and retreats? Um, nowhere. In fact His gatherings, even those with 4,000-5,000 even came with free lunch!

What about healing? Free.

What about raising you from the dead? Free.

What about saving you from a stone holding mob? Free.

I’m not saying that we don’t all have to make a living, I know that my mortgage company likes when I have money to pay them. But should that money come from doing what God commissioned all of us to do anyway?

I think it’s a dangerous road we take when we consider our commission our job, and the source of our livelihood. Heck, even Paul made tents! (Acts 18)

I’m not saying that I couldn’t be lured into publishing a book, or making money speaking. In all honesty, for someone who has trouble with any other kind of work physically, the appeal is pretty darn strong.

But, I believe a lasting legacy does not come from how much money you make from your gifts and talents, but from how many lives you are able to enrich.
Open source is better for everyone. When we put the value on our resources as higher than the value of helping our neighbor, I believe we all lose.


How About You?

What you do think?

What type’s of ministry do you see as deserving a full time income, as evidenced in the Bible?


Love you all!

Esther :-)

God Doesn't Care What Your Title Is

God Doesn’t Care What Your Title Is

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. A day when women across the country receive carnations or chocolate in special Mother’s Day services.

I don’t mind free chocolate, but I have to wonder when they will start celebrating single women, or single men, or married couples who will not be having children, or disabled people who will not be getting married, or having children.

For this reason, I get annoyed.

Somehow the Church has gotten a little off track and put a lot of emphasis on the definition of a man and of a woman.

Yes, I’m going to be stereotypical here, but I don’t think I’m crossing any boundaries.

I believe that the definitions that we’ve created over the past few decades are getting in the way, that they are keeping the Kingdom from it’s full potential.

If you didn’t know, I used to be a single mother. During this time I felt as though I had to ‘prove’ my worth to the Church. I didn’t feel as though I had a place, rather that I was passified by ‘women’s work’ (which we all know means early Christian ed).

I knew I had a lot more to offer. I’ve always known. It’s a part of that restless feeling that Jennie Allen talks about in her book “Restless: Because I Was Made For More” (you can read about my thoughts on the subject in these articles: I Was Made For More, When Did I Stop Dreaming? and Don’t Let Them Tell You To Shut Up)

Somehow I had let the definition of a man and woman given to me by the Church speak to me in a way that excluded me, thereby removing the God given purpose given to me.

The definition that I am talking to you about is the one portrayed as a “Biblical” family of a Dad, Mom and 2.5 children. Dad works, mom stays home and may or may not homeschool and does all kinds of cute stay at home mom things.

I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with that type of family, but it sure isn’t the definition of family that the Bible gives us. In fact the Bible paints so many pictures of dysfunction that we can all easily find ourselves fitting somewhere.

But what if we took every single person in the Body as being of the same value?

What if we looked at that teenager with autism and said, “you have just as much insight into the character of God as I do.”?

What if we saw the person struggling with mental illness as someone who is probably closer to God than most will ever be because of the amount that they’ve had to rely on Him in their lives?

What if we recognized that the voice of each and every person is beneficial for the whole.

That our shared collective is richer and more satisfying than the monotony we’ve tried to desperately to create?

So often I think we fool ourselves into thinking that God can only speak through those who have set themselves apart from reality, and made themselves ‘holy’ when in actuality, He has a written history of using the broken, the beaten, and the outcast.

If we marginalize those people in the Church now, patronizing them with church ‘busy’ work rather than helping them grow into the leaders that God has intended for them to be, then we are prohibiting God’s Kingdom on Earth.

I know I’ve talked about her before, but I am still in awe of the Samaritan woman in John 4. She was marginalized. She was an outcast. But despite her standing in her community she pressed on for the sake of her neighbors.

Because of her, a woman who would most likely be kept from speaking to a congregation in many churches, her community came to know that Jesus is the Messiah.

If we want that kind of revival then we must do the same and let the people speak, teach, and do what they are called to speak, teach and do.

John 4:39

Many of the Samaritans from that town believed in him because of the woman’s testimony, “He told me everything I ever did.”


How About You?

Have you seen someone pushed to the side in the Church?

What are some ways that you can help the marginalized in your community use their voice for the Kingdom?


-Esther :-)