Tears for Trayvon

July 18th, 2013 by Tracey

Eunique Jones Trayvon

My tears for Trayvon have yet to fall. Ever since the verdict, I’ve been too numb to say or do much of anything in regards to the court case. A part of me feared the worst. The other hoped for justice. All of me prayed for the best. We didn’t get it. This post is from a merely selfish point of view because I’m hurting and don’t know what to do about it. I’m hurt by the underlying racism that rages in the recesses of this country. I’m hurt by a system that’s broken and resists much-needed repairs. I’m hurt by a racial divide that widens as I write this.

“If you find the godless world is hating you, remember it got its start hating me. If you lived on the world’s terms, the world would love you as one of its own. But since I picked you to live on God’s terms and no longer on the world’s terms, the world is going to hate you.” John 15:18-19 (The Message)

How do we move on, how do we make sense of that which is senseless? I feel sadness for a set of parents who, a year later, had to relive the worst day in their lives during three weeks of grueling testimony, demeaning cross-examinations, and death threats. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m mad. I’m disgusted. I’m weighed down by a numbness triggered by two words, “Not Guilty.” What am I supposed to do with those words? How do we absorb them, make peace with them and move on?

I’ve told you these things to prepare you for rough times ahead. John 16:1 (The Message)

I’ve stopped reading the paper about the verdict. I could care less about anyone who hops on a talk show sofa to tell their side of the story or jury experience. I refuse to watch replays of Defense attorneys popping champagne on TV. Well, they may not have had the bottles during their post-trial high five fest, but their glee and arrogance were too much for me to stomach. A young man’s life has been lost, stolen by a grown man’s fear, prejudice and ill will. I still have tears. You may too. Those tears continue to hang in the balance of my disbelief.

“So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” Hebrews 13:6 (NIV)

What now? Is the question I keep asking myself. My feelings are still locked tight in silence. My pain makes me wanna holler and assume a stork-like posture by thrusting my head into the sand away from the world’s ugliness. Instead, I turned to the bible to deal with my disappointment, seek peace, and pray for refuge from my anger. When I asked for his help, God sent me to the scriptures noted to calm my fury. Like my pastor always says, God did not promote this but he permitted it. He will use it for the greater good. He stands as the final JUDGE, issuing his own verdict upon the guilty.

What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? Romans 8:31 (NIV)

When we need healing, God gives it. When we need peace, God freely offers it. When we look to him for comfort, he extends his arms with mercy and grace. When we’re at a loss for words, he gives us wisdom and discernment. When we’re ready to explode, he steadies our emotions. And when the tears for Trayvon, and the many other young black men gone too soon, have yet to fall, he fills our hearts and minds with the Holy Spirit so that we can keep on living, keep on crying and keep on fighting for justice.

My prayer for you is for peace. My request of you is to join me in praying for peace.

Peace be with you,

Deacon Tracey

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It Takes Two to Make a Thing Go Right

June 6th, 2013 by Tracey

I'm Sorry
It takes two to make a thing go right. It takes two to make it outta sight. In 1988, the song “It Takes Two” by Rob Base and DJ E Z Rock hit my college campus, wafting out of dorm room windows and passing cars. Dance floors shook to its vibrating bass and multiple drum breaks. When I listened to it on the radio the other day, I was reminded of another important point. It sometimes takes two words to make things right, heal a friendship and soothe two bruised egos.

Now looking back on our disagreement, I feel silly. At the time, I felt nothing but hurt. She said something I didn’t like, creating a wave of hurt that burrowed deep below my surface, depositing a silent ember that refused to be extinguished. In the moment, I said nothing. I simply walked away. My exit stage left was followed by three weeks of the silent treatment. Whenever she came near me, I went the other way. A word or question directed towards me was ignored or quickly rebuffed. She didn’t exactly catch my wrath but she definitely caught a lot of shade.

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1

Whenever we made eye contact, I moved or discreetly left the room. Hard to do at work but I still found a way. Few people knew what was going on. I proceeded to keep up charade up until the morning she walked into my office, bent down and gently asked, “Do I owe you an apology for something? Things haven’t been right between us for awhile. I feel like I owe you an apology.”

Once I got over her startling honesty, I tried to take the easy way out by swallowing my hurt feelings and cheerfully responding, “Oh no, everything’s fine. I’ve just been busy.” As the beginning of that sentence came out, I stopped myself and decided to be honest too. I cleared my throat and started over by saying, “Yes, you do.”

Before his downfall a man’s heart is proud, but humility comes before honor. Proverbs 18:12

We discussed the incident. She wasn’t aware that her words bothered me. I didn’t know that my reaction annoyed her. As those two words, “I’m sorry” came out of both of our mouths, I felt an IMMEDIATE sense of relief. She did too. The grudge I had been carrying suddenly disappeared. We closed our conversation with a hug before talking as if nothing had ever happened.

A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, and a man of understanding is even-tempered. Proverbs 17:27

Forgiveness is freeing. Forgiveness is healing. Forgiveness is not always easy. When you allow yourself to be honest and open, those two little words, I’m sorry, can pack a powerful punch. Once you shove your ego to the side and utter them, you’ll see how good it feels. A well-placed “I’m sorry” will not only diffuse a situation, it will flood your soul with peace. That is one of our goals as Christians, to walk in love and peace like Jesus, who is forever forgiving and never judging. As long as we do our best to follow in his footsteps, picking ourselves up each time we fall down, we will grow, mature and be a blessing to each other. In my case, it took two, two words, to repair a rift and renew a friendship.


Deacon Tracey

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A Little Help Never Hurt Nobody

May 29th, 2013 by Tracey


I didn’t want to admit it. My ego was headed for a tailspin. The cute, little pink bible I carried to church was suddenly hard to read. On Good Friday, I shifted it back and forth in front of my eyes. The pages I once skimmed with ease were suddenly difficult to read. The more I tried to focus, the more my temples ached. With a sigh, I tossed it back into my bag and blamed the dim lighting in the church. My favorite, four-year old bible was now a stranger to me. When the same scenario repeated itself over the next two months, I knew I needed help. During a trip to Detroit for my cousin’s high school graduation, I asked my uncle to check my eyes.

With the festivites behind us, we headed to the airport, with a quick stop by my uncle’s office for my eye examination. He took me through the usual paces. Look here. Look there. Look up. Look down. Read this line. Can you see that? Follow this finger. Then he raised two lenses up to my eyes asking, “Is this better?” Eureka, it was. He completed the exam by dilating my eyes and reassuring me that I still had 20/20 vision. I just
needed reading glasses for small print.

A word to the wise, visiting the eye doctor before catching a flight is not a good idea. I needed help checking in at the computer kiosk. I asked the lady at the coffee shop for the tea flavors. She pointed above, saying they were on the menu. I thought to myself, they probably are but I can’t read them right now. I walked around the airport and sat on the plane looking like Flo Rida, the rapper known for never removing his signature shades. Sun glare and dilated eyeballs do not mix.

In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven. Matthew 5:16

My nearly 44 years of accessory-free eyesight had come to an end. I used to giggle whenever my mom said she needed her reading glasses to look at something I was trying to show her. Her words, “This is what happens when you get old” now rang true. In addition to my shifting eyesight, I learned another key lesson, the importance of asking for assistance. You and I must never be too proud to ask for help. The title superwoman/man sounds good but is relatively unrealistic. Everybody needs a helping hand, or in my case, a funky new pair of readers.

It’s been two days and I’m still a little shy about wearing my new glasses. I peer over my lens whenever someone says, “Hey, you’ve got glasses.” It’s quite ironic given my childhood desire to wear glasses. I even sported a pair with clear lens after college for fashion reasons. My new lenses are an every day reminder to never be too proud to 1) admit when I need help and 2) to go get it.

But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. Exodus 17:12

God places people in our lives for that purpose. He sent down the Holy Spirit to guide and assist us in decisions. He surrounds us with helping hands, a loving touch, much-needed hug, a right-on-time prayer or a kind smile. Most of all, he makes himself available to hear and answer requests, both big and small. In this case, a well-timed trip helped me to accomplish two milestones: celebrate my little cousin’s graduation and embrace one of life’s many changes with the help of others and a pair of brand new glasses.


Deacon Tracey

Your Turn: Where do you need help? Who can offer you a helping hand?

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Power & Purpose

May 22nd, 2013 by Tracey

(Me, my 90-year old grandmother and 17-year old brother at her celebration)

Last week was a whirlwind. I flew from New York to Los Angeles for my grandmother’s 90th birthday, which fell on Mother’s Day. 250 guests traveled from all over to celebrate at a gospel brunch blowout bash, hosted by her five children. The following day, family and friends filled four rows at her church home. During Rev. Cain’s sermon, he compared her to the Proverbs 31 woman:

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. Proverbs 31: 30-31

Two days later, I was back in the Big Apple, headed to Princeton, New Jersey with my chuch’s Chosen women’s ministry for our annual retreat. While the theme was, “Chosen to Love,” the weekend’s guiding principle was “Power and Purpose.”

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

Rev. Sheleta Fomby, Reid Temple AME church, reviewed 6 Reasons to Discover Our Calling:
1) Knowing your calling answers your need for fulfillment.
2) Your calling will answer questions about direction, where you are now and where you’re going.
3) A calling will give you stability. It grounds you and plants you.
4) It answers the question of significance. (Psalm 139: 13-14)
5) It will answer questions about provision. “God provides for what he has called you to do.”
6) Calling answers the issue of time. We don’t have a lot of time. Your calling will encourage to pick up your pace moving forward.

My grandmother lived her life with purpose, serving faithfully at her church for more than 30 years and chartering two Links Incorporate chapters and three Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Incorporated chapters in California. To this day, she remains active with her organizations and church. Rev. Fomby reminded the retreat attendees of the importance of listening to God’s whispers, call and nudge toward their individual callings.

Her word was not reserved for just Emmanuel’s women’s ministry. It’s a question that we all grapple with and one that God asked me to share with you. Jesus had a clear vision for his life. He was sent down to save souls and spread the gospel.

What is your calling? What has God equipped you to do with your life? If you aren’t sure, now is the best time to ask him for a word, sign, and push in the right direction. If you know, then now’s the best time to get on the good foot and follow his path toward your purpose.

May God bless you and keep you during your journey,

Deacon Tracey

And Then What?

May 9th, 2013 by Tracey


How many of you have a friend best known for telling it like it is? I do and her name is Stacee Bain Crittenden. In addition to my best friend’s penchant for honesty, I’m surrounded by a bevy of girlfriends, church friends and sorority sisters who like to keep it real. True friendship yields many blessings including loyalty, ongoing support and unfiltered feedback.

Earlier this year, I invited a few friends to my apartment. We gathered together to talk about our dream homes, dream cars and yes, a dream man or two. We shared our life goals. I talked about turning V2V into a book. My girls complimented the weekly posts.

One of my “tell it like it is friends” said, “Tracey, I read V2V every week. I get it, that we pray and talk to God. What do you do after you’ve done that and nothing’s changed? You ask God for help and help has yet to arrive?”

I sat their in silence, intently listening to her question. I could empathize. “I don’t know the answer to your question but I’ve been there,” I said. “There have been times where my personal desires were at odds with God’s plan. Nothing seemed to go right. Things hung in limbo. Yet and still I waited for my change to come.”

“I get it. We should trust and pray,” she said. “And then what? Tracey, you have a different kind of faith. Not everybody has your type of faith. What do you tell that person who’s struggling to get through another day while their prayers hang in the balance?”

Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love and his wonderfu deeds for mankind, Psalm 107:8

Not a question I could answer alone, so I turned to Ten Questions to Diagnose Your Spiritual Health by Donald S. Whitney, a book I studied during my diaconate walk. It talks about the moments in our lives when God floods our souls with a sense of presence and the times when we sense his absence and wonder if he has left us. The author took great pains to emphasize that God never leaves us but sometimes initiates a spiritual thirst within us, a thirst that only HE can fulfill. The reason for these moments is to deepen our faith and force us to depend fully on him.

for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. Psalm 107:9

In the deepest, darkest valley, God is still there. He’s always there even when it doesn’t feel like it. He is always there because he’s brought us through past trials. We can trust and know that he’s still there to lead us through present trials. Just have faith and know….that he’s there, by our side.


Deacon Tracey

Time to Take a Stand

April 30th, 2013 by Tracey


Sometimes you have to take a stand for yourself, your beliefs and your sanity. It’s a rough and tumble world out there but God gives us tools, strategies and weapons to beat off the bad. One of them is to take a stand, stand your ground and fight for your peace.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4:6

We all have crazy workplace testimonies. I can only imagine your stories since I have quite a few myself. I did my best to navigate daily temper tantrums and outbursts at an agency that shall remain unnamed. I witnessed yelling and humiliation followed by slight contrition and rare apologies from senior management. On several occasions our boss pulled the “I’m the boss, you work for me,” card on us when he didn’t like being called on the carpet for numerous inconsistencies.


When I felt like I was about to lose my mind and needed some help handling the on-the-job madness, I turned to the bible for discernment and wisdom. God pointed me to this scripture:

For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7

This reminded me that I had nothing to fear. It sounded good but I was still afraid. After four layoffs, I was afraid of landing back on unemployment. I was afraid of being yelled at after witnessing so many colleagues go through the ringer. Most of all, I was afraid of confrontation.

There comes a time when every person hits their limit. And I hit mine. I stood up to my old boss in a respectful yet firm manner and drew a line in the sand. I told him not to yell at me. I told him to watch his tone of voice with me. I told him that I was uncomfortable with the barrage of profanities that were flying around the office. He was shocked, taken aback and a little apologetic.

A fool finds pleasure in evil conduct, but a man of understanding delights in wisdom. Proverbs 10:23

Not only do we need to take a stand, we must stand up for something, that something is Jesus. We can model Jesus in our behavior, in our words and in our ways. We can offer kind words, patient behavior and sound advice to those who may need a reminder of the proper way to behave in the workplace. They may not admit it but they’re watching us and wondering how we are keeping it all together. Sometimes, it’s simply by the grace of God.

AND we can pray for those in pain. In order to make it through my first year, I prayed for myself, my workplace and eventually my boss because he needed it the most. Over time, things improved considerably. Of course, they got even better when I finally left. For those of you still dealing with a tough situation, just hold on and hang on. God won’t give you more than you can bear, although it may feel like it. Continue standing up for Jesus because he will always be standing for you.

Blessings, Deacon Tracey

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David Sipress

How About a Slow Yes?

April 23rd, 2013 by Tracey

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In the made for TV movie, “The Jacksons, An American Dream,” Vanessa Williams, in the role of Suzanne De Passe tells Berry Gordy, portrayed by actor Billy Dee Williams, that she has a singing group of kids that she wants him to see. Berry complains about the difficulty of working with kids. She gently appeals to him with her trademark phrase, “Just give me a slow yes instead of a fast no.” He relents. Soon his slow yes leads to an introduction and a fast contract with Motown.

Last week, I was hoping for that same slow yes. A friend needed help. The only way I could help him was to call someone who had been fired by my company. I worried that the firing four years ago still carried a bad taste in her mouth. Nevertheless, I needed her help. The only way I was going to get it was to call her. And I was scared.

My fear kept telling me to delay the call while my gut encouraged me to make it. “It’s Friday. She may be starting her weekend. You don’t want to interrupt or irritate her.”

My gut said, “Do it now.”

“Monday will probably be better. It’s almost 7 p.m. and you have a funeral to attend.”

“Do it now.”

“What if she hangs up on me and refuses to help me?”

“Do it now.”

God communicates to me through my gut. When my stomach is tied in knots, I know it’s God urging me to say no to whatever I’m considering. A trouble-free stomach is my sign to proceed. In that moment, God was telling me to dial that number. My heart beat faster with each ring. When she answered, I immediately launched into my spiel. I wasn’t calling on behalf of the old company. I knew she was surprised to hear from me but I needed her help. If she didn’t want to help me, I would understand.

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. Romans 8:24-25

Then the silence. I knew she was shocked to hear my voice. I worried that she would turn me down but she gave me exactly what I had prayed for, a slow yes. She was willing to help and the only time she was available was on Monday. That’s all I needed to know. A slow yes and her willingness.

Isn’t that what God sometimes gives us, a slow yes? We may beg for a speedy response but don’t always get it because he knows that we aren’t ready to receive a fast yes. A man blowing through his little bit of money is not ready to cash in on a million dollar lotto payout. New businesses in need of capital may be forced to wait until a business plan and capable team are in place. God will take his time to make sure we are READY for that next step. He will put us through the paces to strengthen our patience before elevating us to a leadership position. A fast yes could get us into more trouble while a slow yes is just what we need.

But I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display his perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in him for eternal life. 1 Timothy 1:16

In my case, God pushed me to make the phone call because he knew that my contact was only available on Monday. If I had waited until Monday to call her, I would’ve missed an important opportunity to help another. When she gave me that slow yes, I nearly cried out with joy because I needed it. I was happy that I had listened to God’s guidance. God knows best. Sometimes we just need a simple reminder, in the form of a slow yes.

What is the best slow yes you’ve ever receive? Please share in the space below.


Deacon Tracey

Pray for Boston

April 16th, 2013 by Tracey

Pray for Boston rebloggy

As I was putting the finishing touches on today’s post, my spirit nudged me with a soft no. Do not post the pre-planned V2V when so many are still wondering why? Why guns are being brandished on campuses across the country, nearly everyday? Why so many people in distress are taking their own lives, and others with them? And why, oh why, did a pair of bombs go off at the end of the Boston marathon?

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Psalm 91:1-2

Each year, Bostonians begin Patriots day with a traditional Boston Red Sox morning game before gathering along the much celebrated Boston marathon route. One Boston native likened the Boston marathon to the annual New Year’s Eve celebration in Times Square, only during the day. Marathons are celebrated all over the country. Everybody who particpates is a star, from Oprah Winfrey finishing the 1994 Marine Corps marathon in 4 1/2 hours to the physically challenged “runner” who pushes through on a pair of crutches, finishing 10 hours later than the average participant.

If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. Psalm 91:9-10

Since I’ve lived in New York, I’ve loved the NYC Marathon like the Bostonians. New Yorkers line the streets throughout the five boroughs to cheer on the runners. The route files past the front of my Brooklyn church, where the choir serenades the runners and members pass out bottles of water. I particularly love it when friends committ themselves to the task because that allows me to wave a huge, homemade sign with their name on it and meet them at the finish line.

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. Psalm 91: 11,14

This year’s day of celebration was marred with an assumed but yet to be determined terrorist attack. We don’t know why. We don’t know by who. We still don’t know all of the details surrounding the how. I’m just as speechless and spiritually pained as you are. The only thing I can offer is the psalm I turned to hours after the Twin Towers tumbled down, Psalm 91. As we continue to connect and comfort each other, may we keep praying for Boston and the world at large.

He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation. Psalm 91: 15-16

In peace and prayer,

Deacon Tracey

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A Life Full of Love

April 11th, 2013 by Tracey

Sunshine Love

Over drinks, my college friend and I waxed poetically about our days at Spelman, reliving funny memories and sharing recent accomplishments. We celebrated our 20+ year friendship with a toast. As we lowered our glasses, I quietly admitted, “I never thought I’d still be single, unmarried and without children at this stage in my life.”

She shook her head in agreement, “Yes, me too but you know what? Your life is full of love. You may not have your own children but you play an important role in the lives of other children, especially your godson and his sister.” I could do nothing but nod in agreement and fight back a few tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

Her words touched my core, reminding me of the many blessings and surprises that line the roadmap of my life. When you fall down in the valley of disappointment or despair, it’s easy to lose yourself in a Why me? Game. Why am I still single? Why did my wife walk out? Why did they lay ME off but keep Jane, Joe and Bob? Why did the cancer come back? The key to pushing through a “Why Me” moment is by pulling out a personal testimony.

“The Lord God goes with you; He will never leave nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

Personal testimonies serve as a daily reminder of your survival. Another day in the land of the living is another day to be lived. We are all survivors. Our back stories, experiences and bounce back testimonies attest to this fact. Pain puts us in a dark place where we ignore the past because we’re too the busy trying to escape a painful situation. When we’re on our knees searching for a sliver of sunlight to make it through another day, those forgotten testimonies play a vital role. They remind us that we made it through once and we’ll make it through again.

I know the LORD is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. Psalm 16:8

The sunlight of another day is proof of Jesus’ promise for a better tomorrow. Don’t hide from it. Push past the darkness, stand up and face the day. Then embrace the problem, turn it around and look at it from a different angle. THEN turn it over to God. The blessing is in having another day, another chance to reflect upon your life’s experiences and call yourself a survivor. Once you do that,you can finally embrace the same five words that my sorority sister told me, “Your life is full of love.”

Blessings, Deacon Tracey

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Under New Management

March 26th, 2013 by Tracey


My Saturdays typically start with a visit to the Bed-Stuy YMCA for an early morning spin class. After pedaling for 55 minutes, I toss on my sweats and swing by the grocery store. During my six block walk, I pass a bevy of stores, ranging from the hottest kicks (sneakers) to five-piece furniture sets, followed by a blur of nail salons, barber shops and fast food restaurants. The Kentucky Fried Chicken with an “Under New Management” sign hanging in the window caught my eye.

When this man heard that Jesus had arrived in Galilee from Judea, he went to him and begged him to come and heal his son, who was close to death. “Unless you people see signs and wonders,” Jesus told him, “you will never believe. John 4:46-47

I laughed out loud, wondering how new is that corner KFC gonna be? Are they going to have a wider selection of white and dark meat, instead of running low on the breasts and thighs? Will the cashiers greet me with a bright smile vs. giving me a big dose of indifference? Will the Colonel add another spice to his secret 11 herbs and spices mixture? How much better can it be? Soon that question turned itself on me. After Easter, how much better will I be?

The royal official said, “Sir, come down before my child dies.” “Go,” Jesus replied, “your son will live.” The man took Jesus at his word and departed. While he was still on the way, his servants met him with the news that his boy was living. John 4:49-51

That question forced me to pause and take inventory of my Lenten experience: six weeks of fasting and reflection, including a few days where I fell off the fast wagon. Jesus’ resurrection is a reminder that we are all under new management. Will our actions live up to this revelation? In the scripture, the official tracked down Jesus to request a miracle for his son. Jesus sent him away with the assurance that his son would live. The official didn’t push Jesus for proof of his promise or force him to see his boy at once. He calmly obeyed and left.

When he inquired as to the time when his son got better, they said to him, “Yesterday, at one in the afternoon, the fever left him.” Then the father realized that this was the exact time at which Jesus had said to him, “Your son will live.” So he and his whole household believed. John 4:52-53

This Easter Sunday, Jesus will do the same for us. He will give us new life, the same new life he gave the official’s son. In keeping with his promise, Jesus needs us to obey his command to “Go.” He needs us to go and be better Christians. To go and help each other a little bit more. To go and give back to our communities. To go to church more often. To go and grow closer to him. To go and trust him like the official did. Because he trusted in Jesus, his request was answered. This weekend, Jesus’ resurrection is his promise to us. If he can do this for the official, imagine all of the blessings he has planned for us. All we have to do is “Trust and Go.”

Happy Resurrection Sunday,

Deacon Tracey

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