Stone by Stone
Hola y bienvendios al Proyecto Ebenezer.
¿Recuerdas esa historia en la Biblia sobre el Ebenezer? Esa historia es una de mis historias bíblicas favoritas porque Dios aparece una y otra vez para las personas a pesar de su desobediencia. Y, Dios hace posible lo imposible. A raíz de la victoria israelita, Samuel toma una piedra y la coloca en el suelo y nombra la piedra “Ebenezer” diciendo: “Hasta ahora, el Señor nos ha ayudado”. Dios aparece a pesar de nuestro desorden. Y, Dios aparece y nos invita a un compromiso renovado para alinearnos con los valores del reino, orientados al shalom. Este espacio es un lugar para preguntarse, hacer preguntas, sumergirse profundamente y pensar. Que seas desafiado e inspirado y listo para lo que Dios está construyendo piedra por piedra.
Hey there and welcome to The Ebenezer Project,
Do you remember that story in the Bible about the Ebenezer? That story is one of my favorite Bible stories because God shows up again and again for people despite their disobedience. And, God makes the impossible possible. In the wake of the Israelite victory, Samuel takes a stone and sets it on the ground and he names the stone “Ebenezer” saying, “Thus far, the Lord has helped us.” God shows up despite our messiness. And, God shows up and invites us to a renewed commitment toward aligning ourselves with kingdom, shalom-oriented values. This space is a place to wonder, ask questions, dive deep and think. May you be challenged and inspired and ready for what God is building stone by stone.
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