The fat lady ain’t singin’ yet

NOT done. Not yet.
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sentiments, ramblings and illuminations for the mental emolument of the hoi polloi

An 11 year old girl dies from a treatable form of diabetes after parents opt for prayer over medical care.
Video from CNN

Man of sorrows, enduring Savior,
Object of God’s wrath and favor,
Anguish and joy, distinctive savor,
The paradox of the cross.
What a range of emotion you feel,
In the garden, a final appeal
As the moment itself becomes real,
Faced with the depth of loss.
When your closest friends forsake you,
And the indifferent soldiers take you
To the Romans who try to break you,
You endure for love’s sake.
Condemned to a tortuous demise,
Nailed to a cross, naked, despised,
Assaulted by accusations and lies,
Knowing this is not a mistake.
As mingled blood and water drips,
From wounds of nails and spear and whips
The hoarse whisper escapes your lips,
“Why have you forsaken me?”
The heavens are silent in reply,
We hear your mother’s grief-stricken cry,
As you give up the ghost and die,
Death itself has taken thee.
Your mourning loved ones bury you,
In a borrowed garden tomb.
Yet in three days, resurrection’s bloom
Frees you from the grave.
Your life, your death, your rising again,
Bring hope of redemption to all men,
Lifted, the weight, the curse that condemns,
You free us from the sins that enslave.



Community. It's practically a mantra these days, especially among reformers and within Emerging Church circles. We say we want authentic community, but we we're not quite sure how to experience it or even what it should really look like. Some blame decades of institutionalized Christianity, devoid of true community, for getting us into this quandary. Others point to the evils of individualism which continues to segregate and distance us from one another.
Scripture may offer another perspective:
"The human heart is most deceitful and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is? Jeremiah 17:9 (NLT)
Here are some sobering thoughts from Jean Vanier:
Community is a terrible place, a place where our limitations are egoisms are revealed to us. When we begin to live full time with others we discover our poverty and our weaknesses, our inability to get on with others... our mental and emotional blocks; our affective and sexual disturbances, our frustrations and jealousies... and our hatred and desire to destroy.
If Vanier is right -- and I suspect that's the case -- then I honestly wonder how many of us REALLY want community? Are we truly ready to make the sacrifices and pay the price necessary to live in community as the body of Christ?

You and I (in reality) do not know the least thing about what may happen tomorrow. What is the nature of your life? We are really but a wisp of vapor (a puff of smoke, a mist) that is visible for a little while and then disappears into thin air. This earthly life is nothing more than a thin slice of eternity.
Jesus is the point.