A Wandering Thought
EVERY Christian, in either a thorough or minute way, is privy to who Jesus is, why He came, and what He accomplished. Since the moment we’ve walked into our air-conditioned Church Jesus has been omnipresent like the air. “Hosanna, Hosanna!”, we repeatedly cry out in zealous love. But, we seldom consider how out one side of our mouth we shouts of Hosanna are heard and the other side shouts, “Crucify Him!” Woe. Have we forgotten that it was our birth, our liberty, our sin that murdered our Savior? All of our hands are stained with His blood. And this is not to induce guilt, rather conviction for a greater adoration. As you know or quite literally, as you’ve forgotten, our memory, like our conviction is always short-lived. Paul however teaches that while we were guilty Christ died for us (Rom. 5). This is the mystery of mysteries. Yet, I am reminded by the helpful Holy Spirit on this Easter morning of what I once read in Psalm 136. Give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever!
“The god of many of our churches is not the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, but a mere figment of the imagination. Modern theology has invented a ‘god’. The twentieth-century God is little more than an abstraction, or, if a being at all, one far removed from this world and having little or nothing to do with mundane affairs.”
