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When God had a secret to tell

"The purpose of this enlightenment is that through the church the multifaceted wisdom of God should now be disclosed to the rulers and the authorities in the heavenly realms.  This was according to the eternal purpose that He accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Ephesians 3: 10-11

In this Scripture, I see God much like Dustin Hoffman's character in Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (one of my favorite movies, btw).  Hoffman plays Mr. Magorium, an eccentric toy store owner that creates a world of magic for children and adults alike.  

I see God like this.  He has a secret.  
An ornery little grin on his face.  Wringing his hands in excitement.
Bushy eyebrows risen in anticipation.  Dancing in small circles--little thrilled hops like a child that cannot contain the secret.  

Oh and finally he gets to tell it!  The angels have seen his excitement and wonder what he has up his sleeve.  And now he gets to tell them!  

Death and suffering have a deadline!  They will not last forever!
He has offered salvation to the whole world, not just to a select few!
He has invited the whole world to the party!
No matter the race, no matter the nature, no matter the bloodline.

He "enlightened" a few of his first followers with this exciting secret!  They were giddy with this news.  They became the church.

Have we forgotten?  
Have we neglected to re-tell the ultimate secret?
Are we no longer dancing the giddy dance with our Father?

Are we now all about bigotry and boycotts?


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