26 March 2016

Holy Week 2016 - The Cost of the Day – Separation and Waiting

Greetings Dear Reader,

Death is an involuntary separation.  Someone we love is gone.  We can neither control death’s arrival nor undo the impact.  The sorrow and grief beset us.  Depending on what we believe we hope or do not hope.  We see a way past death or we do not.

Jesus is in the tomb.  He is dead.  He has promised that the grave cannot hold him.  His friends have fled.  They are in hiding fearing for their own lives.  They have forgotten to hope. Part of the cost of the day is hopelessness.  Instead of anticipation this death brings doubt and fear.

They wait but they do so in fear.  The cost of the day is searching for possible paths outside of following Christ.  The separation and pain cause them to doubt and hide.  They are in dire need and do not know where to turn.

Everything hangs in the balance.  The cool dark of the tomb holds the result of man’s sin; my sin.  It holds the hopes and fears of the entire world.  It holds the human body of the Son of God.  The cost of the day is that no matter what happens tomorrow doubt, fear, and hopelessness will not be erased. 

The cost of the day is that no matter what happens next belief will be tenuous.  People will embrace Christ and then abandon him.  They will encounter death without hope.  People will still choose the limbo of doubt and waiting for something to happen.  They will choose the unknown over the promise. 

The day has the most hideous cost of all.  God’s blood dries on a post on Golgotha but even that is not enough for some.   Humans who know in the depth of their soul that Jesus is all he claims to be will refuse to believe without further proof.

We paid for the party with our dearest blood but for some people that is not enough.  The cost of this day seems too much for me at times.  Then again, it is not my cost to pay.  So I wait; separated from the King I love whilst others doubt, mock, and reject him.

 A Little More Like Me – Kenny Rogers

It was an April night and I was driving
Went out on the town
The show was at the palace
So we all went on down

We all had a bomb as I recall
But now it seems absurd
As the madness raged upon the stage
He didn't say a word

He was a little weak and we all fear
It wasn't one of us
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke
And he didn't cuss

You'd see him now and then
With a bunch of men hanging around the sea
And I'm sure I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me

It was a spring each day
The clouds were gray
Looked like in my dream
Thought about the night before
And I was so ashamed

When I heard what they had done to him
Stranger I had known
But as drunk as we all got last night
It's a wonder we got home

He was a little weak and we all fear
It wasn't one of us
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke
And he didn't [Incomprehensible]

You'd see him now and then
With a bunch of men hanging around the sea
And I'm sure I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me

And I'm sure I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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