Greetings Dear Reader,
The light is just beginning to swim against the night. The full moon is till up. I can make out
faint grey where there was black. It is
cloudy so there will be no sudden brightness.
Everyone I love is elsewhere so I conduct my own quiet sunrise
service. I sit with my coffee and
embrace the damp chill of the morning.
New York City - 1956 |
I think about the women going early to the grave of my
King. They do not know yet. They seek the dead. They are going to serve the corpse of the
King with spices and herbs. They are
doing a loving duty out of grief and loss.
They do not know. They have faith
and hope to sustain them but for the moment they seek the dead.
I ponder what we have lost along the way. I consider that we no longer live in a nation
that respects those who believe in God. I
have a conversation with someone who was told it was wrong to mention Jesus
when talking about Easter. If people do
not see Jesus as he is then it is the fault of his followers. Any ground we have lost to is because we do
not live the Gospel.
As our society rejects Christ it hangs on to the trappings
of the holy day. Eggs, baskets, and
bunnies replace joy, worship, and fealty.
We want to remake Christ into our image.
We want to make Jesus accepting of every position, choice, and lifestyle
when he already is already accepting of everyone. We want to pick and choose how we follow him
instead of the he commands us to follow.
We want to make the King politically correct. My King lives and moves outside of
politics. He already became like us but
his purpose in doing so was to that we could learn to be more like him. He wants us to live. He wants us to live in his light, love, and
grace.
We try to make the living King conform to the dead. He already did that and death could not
contain him. We try to dismiss the
reality for our manufactured version of the truth. We try to fit the living God into our constructs
when life only thrives under the constructs he has determined.
I promise you that we do not want the Jesus that we
manufacture with our theologies, rules, and empty practices. I think the angels at the tomb ask the same
question every day. “Why do you look for
the living among the dead?” I think they
are astounded at our futile attempts to remake the King into our image.
As I have written this the light has grown. The temperature has not gone up. The coffee has gone cold but I am warm. I am warn in the certain knowledge that Jesus
Christ is risen. He became like me so
that I could become like him. He came to
seek and save all that was lost in every moment that we failed to follow him. He died but death could not contain him. He and the Father already had others
plans. That’s my King. I wonder; do you know 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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