Jesus Lives In Hollywood

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Everyday I learn from my courageous kids and their generation. They don’t pretend to be what they’re not. What you see is what you get.

That’s why when they’re hurting it’s often expressed in front of millions of viewers and splashed across the media, rather than the hallmark of my generation, piously struggling behind locked doors.

They teach me about getting in the trenches when they invite the homeless into their house, verses observing from the sidelines. They remind me that love isn’t conditional.

They create art. They live art. They love creatively. That’s why Hollywood’s familiar homeless Jesus was invited to my son’s recent art exhibit. That’s why this photo tears me up inside and makes me weep.

Doesn’t it stop you in your tracks?


 Doesn’t it make you want to put away all the silliness, the pretense, the pontificating and the war of words?


Doesn’t it make you want to rip your clothes, because you ache inside to live a life that matters and is about more than yourself?


Doesn’t it grieve and embarrass you that it’s taken you so long to begin to love beyond borders?


Doesn’t it make you want to move outside your particular definition of religion and simply love?



It does me!