Dispensing Healing Oil to a Wounded World
If you and I could walk the Jericho Road today, we wouldn’t see one man half dead in a ditch. We’d see an entire highway of humanity. The mom quietly unraveling in the school pick up line. The young leader smiling onstage and collapsing off it. The couple in row four whose marriage is hanging by a DM. The road between “Jerusalem” and “Jericho” now runs through our neighborhoods, newsfeeds, campuses, and church lobbies.