Greetings Dear Reader,
To me this day is one of the darkest days in all of
history. We excel as a species in abandoning
those who love us. We are experts at
betrayal and treachery. We are the ones who
destroy and deny.
Now imagine that you are the one being handed over. Imagine that you know all of the plans of
your friends. You even know what they
will do when pressed about your friendship.
You know who will deny you. You
know where you will go and what will be done to you. You have full knowledge of the plan and your
part in it.
If this is me I fight for things to be different. If this is Jesus he tells them he knows,
reminds them of his love, and carries on with the Passover Meal. He has the power to destroy them with a
thought. Instead he reminds them to have
faith and that he needs them.
Judas leaves to set up the arrest in the Garden. Jesus goes to the garden to pray. He allows the grief and sorrow to be real. He
asks if there is any other way whilst his friends snore away their meal. He sweats blood. The down payment of our redemption is made. The angels come to comfort him.
Again, I am no better than his abandoning friends. I have no prideful place to stand saying I
would be more faithful or loyal. I wish
that I were but I must deal in truth. As
I move toward the cross and the resurrection all that I can do is express
gratitude.
I am obligated to see the horror that unfolds and understand
my place in it. If I do not see that my
failures are part of what caused all of this then I am lying to myself. This is not a call of a martyr’s guilt. It is a raw recognition of my part in the
death of Christ. It is my place to
accept this, be humbled by it, and continue to follow in faith. He is not like me. I long to be like him.
A
Little More Like Me – Kenny Rogers
It was an April night and I was right
Been out on the town
The show was at the palace
So we all went on down
We all had a ball 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 weird and we all feared
He wasn't one of us
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke
And he didn't even 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 springish each day
The clouds were gray
Looked like it might rain
Thought about the night before
And I was so ashamed
When I heard what they had done to him
A stranger I had known
But as drunk as we all got last night
It's a wonder we got home
He was a little weird and we all feared
He wasn't one of us
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke
And he didn't even 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
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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