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Hero
He came in at the last minute seated in his fine-tuned Maserati GranTurismo with the speed and agility of leopard in the heat of the hunt. His name was Turner, and he was the only one to handle this delicate situation. As his convertible pulled a sideways screech onto the tarmac, he jumped out and rushed to the family being held at gunpoint. The villain, Dark Shine, stood ready to pull the trigger on his captives. But he'd never get the chance. Ryan Turner had arrived.

One kick to the gun and the family was saved. Another kick to the rib cage of Dark Shine and the villain was down. He'd done it again; come through when desperation and death were the only options in site. But then, before the grateful father could even thank Turner, he was gone - but not before calling the police to collect the garbage he had just disposed of. 

And that's the way Turner preferred to live; a man of action, glamour, and never ending adventure. He was a true hero.

But I'd beg to differ. (…
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The Hurting Jesus
We walk this earth with those that hurt. Whether we realize it or not, the world is filled with the lonely; with those who suffer depression and carry rejected hearts. Pain in this world is unavoidable.

But there is a heart that is greater. There is One who looks on the suffering, but doesn't just stare or consider. He goes. He stoops. He reaches down. That's what God does. That's what Jesus did. He reached down to the hurting. He held the heart of the lonely one. He raised the dying. That's what He still does. 

We are never closer to Jesus than when we are with the least of these; when we are with those in need. When we speak words of comfort, hold a hand, or lend a listening ear, or look on with eyes of compassion and understanding, we are comforting Jesus; we hold His hand and hear His heart and see Him with empathy. We know the hurting Jesus.

Simply put, the downfall of this world is just an opportunity to bear and bring comfort. The depression, the l…