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In my name

For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.
Matthew 18:20

As a young Christian this line used to piss me off something fierce.  I remember asking Rudd, the vicar of my church, "Am I not good enough if I am alone then?".  I used to imagine I would be in great need of God and be on my knees begging for help and God would holler down, "Hey Trace, go and get a couple of mates and I will be right with you.".

Now I know better.

The force that Christians call God is just as present for the individual as for the group, and indeed doesn't perceive a distinction between us singular or plural.  This was just a "bring a buddy" marketing campaign to make a new faith viral.

**aside**  When we go for coffee sometimes Dom makes a heart out of the receipt and gives it to me.  This is one of his hearts.

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