Loved the new Liturgists episode "The God Question." It reminded me of one of my favorite James Taylor songs - "New Hymn."
Lunch with a good friend from 30 years ago. During a difficult period he found the Jesuit order very appealing and began the process to become a monk. He just didn't believe that Jesus was the actual son of god. He told me how he wrestled with the idea of lying about his faith so he could become a priest but in the end was just to honest and was rejected by the order.
How many of us lie about our faith in order to belong?
How many religious leaders do the same?
There's some irony there - Haha
Easter - Part 12
A bruised, battered and broken, resurrected Jesus kneels beside you, weeps with you, takes your burdens onto himself . . . and then he will dry his eyes as a mischievous smile spreads from one corner of his mouth to another and curious twinkle appears in his eyes - a mix of rage and love, loss and hope, surrender and power and he will shake his head, chuckle softly, look you in the eye and say, "Wanna see something?"
Easter - Part 10
He will bend every rule . . . .
He will pay any cost . . .
To see you flooded with the glory he has always intended for you . . .
An existence drenched in love, overflowing with joy, engulfed in peace, ruled by patience, inspired to kindness and goodness, marked by faithfulness, at rest in gentleness and secured by self-control (Galatians 5:22).
Easter - Part 9
It is then that God stands to his full height . . . stretches his arms wide as he once did just three days ago . . . shakes his wild hair and beard, throws his head back and laughs . . . a hearty . . .bellowing . . . heart-full laugh . . . and roars a reply that reverberates through all of his creation . . . "DEATH?! What do you think you know about death . . .?"
The God of the universe has his entire will bent on one desire - your Resurrection.
Easter - Part 8
the deaf begin to hear . . .
the blind begin to see . . .
the lame pick up their mats and walk . . .
From all corners of the earth people cry "not possible!" . . . "not logical!" . . . "hope is gone!" . . . "the damage is beyond repair!" . . . "not reasonable!" . . . "it is terminal!" . . . with one chorus the world cries "DEATH!"
Easter - Part 7
And after kneeling quietly in the darkness with us for a time . . . the God of the universe stands, stretches and says "Thank you for sharing with me what you have . . . now may I share myself with you . . .?"
and bushes blaze . . .
waters part . . .
lightening cracks across our doubtful sky . . .
and the very stones that sealed our fate begin to roll away . . .
that which we were told was hopeless and impossible suddenly becomes the new reality . . .
Easter - Part 6
Then slowly, quietly, and oh, so gently, he kneels down next to us in the cold darkness of our tomb, cups his hands around ours so desperate to keep that small flame of hope alive and says, "Would you mind if I warm myself by your fire . . .?"
We become that small boy with the loaves and fishes . . . the widow with her last penny . . . the disciple who cries out "help my unbelief" . . .
Easter - Part 5
When scientists say it is not possible and philosophers say it is not logical . . . When family says hope is gone and friends say the damage is beyond repair . . . when counselors say it is not reasonable and the doctors say it is terminal . . . When all the world shakes it's finger, wags it's head and pronounces . . . Death . . .
God replies, "Death? What do you think you know about death . . .?"
Easter - Part 3
But this Easter morn my thoughts are not only of that day of days so long ago but of the many resurrections we see all around us as we journey through this life . . . relationships forever broken only to be healed once more . . . those who battle addictions who finally break the chains . . . those mired in their own despair who yet choose to get up and greet the dawn . . .
Easter - Part 2
The creation story was good . . . Moses and the Red Sea, well, my goodness . . . Christmas morning was a morning like no other . . . then Good Friday . . .
Curiously, unlike Christmas morning, there are no choirs of angels on Easter . . . I like to think it is because even they were struck dumb with wonder . . . some covering their gaping mouths in astonishment . . . while others hid their faces in their hands - crying tears for the sheer terrifying beauty of it all.
Easter - Part 1
A rumbling in the pre-dawn darkness - a shaking of the earth - soldiers' courage shatter and they fall down as if dead - the crackling, scraping and crunching as a huge stone is carelessly tossed aside as little more than a minor inconvenience - the burial clothes lying hollow and empty as death itself - and the light . . . the blinding light of an angel's garments that shine like lightning . . . Easter has come.
Holy Saturday - Part 4
The cold lifeless body of a failed fairy-tale revolution?
Its all well and good to clap your hand to your mouth in horror on Good Friday . . . but will you now follow him to the grave? To your own death and destruction? The death of everything you hold dear? . . .
Will you willingly walk into the tomb as the stone scrapes closed and know only Christ, and Him crucified?
Will you now - after all that happened yesterday . . . admit you were wrong? . . .
Holy Saturday - Part 3
Your pride in your own wisdom which has become foolishness . . . lay it down . . .
Your arrogant words spoken with such conviction have returned to you as ashes in your mouth . . . spit them out and lay them down . . .
Everything you thought you knew about God and life, others and yourself . . . your dogmatic judgments you have been clinging to in your blasphemous pride . . . lay them all down . . .
Will. You. Now. Cling to Jesus? . . . .
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