Colossians - All things new
The Romans had gods for everything - the river, the door, the cupboard, the harvest, the city... To keep them happy sacrifices had to be made, daily. Can you imagine the exhaustion? Then a prisoner in a Roman gaol writes a poem that totally upends every expectation placed upon the Colossian church by their culture and by their fears within and without. One God, one sacrifice, sufficient for peace for all things - seen and unseen, then, now, forever. How do we get in on that?