I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, April 3, 2015
This Stops Here
Any God who would wander into the human condition, any God
who has this thirst to pursue us, had better not be too put off by pain, for
that's the way we tend to treat our saviors. Any God who tries to love us had
better be ready to die for it.
William
Willimon
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Sometimes it seems
as if hate is going to win
as if all that right
all that is good
is coming to an end
as on that Friday so long ago
when in the heat of the afternoon
jeers echoed
lashes fell
thorns pierced
hammer blows reverberated
and love took its last breath
or did it?
perhaps love is made of tougher stuff
perhaps
just perhaps
on that day
God looked into the face of hatred
and brutality
into the face or judgement and rejected
into the face of power and wealth
and said
“This Stops Here”
and that is why we call it
Good
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