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The Mystery

Happy Lords day!

The calendar we all know and love is wrong. It wasn’t Christ’s birth that separates time. It was His death. At about 3 o’clock on a friday between the sabbath and the passover, the lamb that came into the world to take away the sins of the world was killed and eaten by death. He had been turned over to be crucified by the people who were supposed to guard that promise. In the most brutal of ironies, the author of life allowed His to be taken. The God who has all power, knowledge, and is everywhere — couldn’t even watch. The Son of God had been obedient to the Father, even though it meant his death. The Paradox split time.
That fracture in time and Christ’s magnetism created a breach through which all sins, past present and future could be collected and die. Because those sins died with Christ, we can live.
Jesus didn’t just die for our sins. THE FATHER RAISED HIM TO LIFE. Having destroyed our sins, he came back to life to give us THE reason to live. The relationship He gives, gives purpose for the rest of our lives, and since we know He lives, we know He can fulfill His promise to raise us up to life after we cross the divide of death.

1 Timothy 3:16
Great indeed, we confess, is the mystery of godliness:
He was manifested in the flesh,
vindicated by the Spirit,
seen by angels,
proclaimed among the nations,
believed on in the world,
taken up in glory.

Isaiah 53:2-5 (ESV)
For he grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.

A story of Forgiveness

A while back, when I was around five or six… I had a dream. It was like any other dream I suppose, except that in the end, I murdered one of my siblings. I haven’t seen any data to suggest that such dreams are normal, but I haven’t actively sought out that data either. After all, what’s in a dream? A thought at any other time might smell as sweet.

As I mentioned before, I was quite young and this dream scared me, but who could I tell? I didn’t want the one I murdered to fear me. For that matter I didn’t want my parents or siblings to fear that I would push them into a volcano too.

Let me just mention that not all of my early fears were rational. Did I mention that I used to be afraid of the moon?

So, after mulling over the dilemma for most of the day, I decided to sleep on it. I regretted it in the middle of the night when I pushed my brother into a volcano again.

I really don’t know how Cain dealt with the guilt of murdering his brother, but It kept me up for a good portion of the night, and I had to forgive my older brother for whatever it is that he had done to me a few days ago as soon as we were both conscious.

Only in hindsight did I learn these two lessons.

  • Don’t go hiking on the rim of a volcano with a brother you are mad at.
  • Don’t let the sun go down on your wrath.

Those are in no particular order.volcano

“Being smart has its advantages and disadvantages…like getting smacked across the mouth, for instance.” ~Dan Delyon

“Fault can be found with any system that systematizes other systems.” ~Dan Delyon

“Peace is not the absence of trouble, it’s the absence of troublemakers.” ~Dan Delyon

More like kids

Sometimes I think about the fact that I could get along with adults easier if they would act a little bit more like children in a few key areas.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I think that kids are perfect little angels when they were born, then somehow go wrong as thet get older. I’m really not that naive, haha… I have several nieces and nephews.

Children tend to be quite open to other people, and they are not afraid to admit when they really have no idea. I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of that in the world these days. I’m trying to work on that myself.

Terrified and Excited.

I’m being purposefully vague. I’ll clarify later, but for now, lets just say that I want to have a record of my feelings on this matter.

Just like when I was told to move to RI, I don’t have more than my next step, but enough to get me going on the right path. Of all the decisions I’m likely to make, this isn’t one of them.

Mostly, I’m petrified and completely sure that I’m not up to the task, which means that I must be absolutely sure of my calling, because God will always equip the ones He calls, but the pretentious have no such guarantee.