Tell it.

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It is almost Lent. I asked somebody to write a meditation. Their reply was "I do not know. I think what I write might be too personal". Why are we afraid of knowing what makes a person tick? Of knowing details of their past? Is it because it reminds of of our sensitive spots? If we do not tell of the moments when we met the risen Jesus then how will they know that he is alive? How will they know that he can be their friend too?
Have you spoken to Jesus today?