or walk on water or convert their neighbors, but power, such power, the kind that only God himself can give, strength to know how much Jesus loves them. Not just to have the love of Christ. To know the love of Christ. It’s the difference between looking at a postcard of the Hawaii beach and sitting on that beach, blinking, squinting, absorbing the sun’s warmth. What is this love of Christ? Niceness? Certainly not—this is the Christ who took the time to make a whip and then used it to drive the money