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"It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick [...] I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." -Jesus
I wonder if, when Jesus said this, he made finger quotes around "healthy" and "righteous." It's not the "healthy" who need a doctor. I have not come to call the "righteous," but sinners. The sinners who know that they're sick. Funny that he's making this statement to the religious elite. The "righteous" ones.
With this doctor nobody is ever too sick, or too late through the doors. But people who think they're healthy don't go inside. Those who are content with the present conditions of the world don't see the point of the cross. If you're sure you don't need Jesus, he didn't come for you. But if, somewhere inside, you know that the sickness is spreading and it's stealing your joy, then also know this: there is this one who can take away the sickness, cynicism, bitterness, loneliness and fear, replacing it with the simple, nearly forgotten joy of your childhood.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. C.S. Lewis