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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