In Port Angeles, Washington, my...
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In Port Angeles, Washington, my wife and I waited to board a passenger ferry to Victoria, British Columbia. The US and Canada are so similar at the border that we were excited to enter by ferry. Doing so added to the feeling that we traveled to a different nation.
When we got our tickets and shuffled along the gangway with the crowd of passengers, we found ourselves directed not only into the ferry nearest the shore, but all the way through it and into another ferry moored on the other side. The craft we thought would take us to our destination turned out to be just one we passed through to the other.
So the early Christians in Jerusalem realized that their faith and their experience of God led through Judaism but didn't stop there. The person who takes us all the way on our journey to God is Jesus: "For there is no other name under heaven given among mortals...."
When we got our tickets and shuffled along the gangway with the crowd of passengers, we found ourselves directed not only into the ferry nearest the shore, but all the way through it and into another ferry moored on the other side. The craft we thought would take us to our destination turned out to be just one we passed through to the other.
So the early Christians in Jerusalem realized that their faith and their experience of God led through Judaism but didn't stop there. The person who takes us all the way on our journey to God is Jesus: "For there is no other name under heaven given among mortals...."
