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The Cross

THE CROSS. by John Donne SINCE Christ embraced the cross itself, dare I His image, th’ image of His cross, deny? Would I have profit by the sacrifice, And dare the chosen altar to despise? It bore all other sins, but is it fit That it should bear the sin of scorning it? Who from the picture would avert his eye, How would he fly his pains, who there did die? From me no pulpit, nor misgrounded law, Nor scandal taken, shall this cross withdraw, It shall not, for it cannot; for the loss Of this cross were to me another cross. Better were worse, for no affliction, No cross is so extreme, as to have none. Who can blot…

Souls for Cheap

Prices rise, but not for souls, which sell now more cheaply than ever. At least Adam got a half-eaten fruit for his – and ours. We gain nothing in the exchange for other gods and their lying promises – the imperishable for dust, we ignore the highest bidder.

Mysteries of the Cross

Good Friday Community Service, March 29, 2002   What are we to say? What are we to think about this day that we have gathered to commemorate? And even more importantly, what is God’s word to us regarding this event and to this community? You are the ones who know the cross, and who love the cross, otherwise you would not have taken this time out of your busy schedules to be here. I confess that Good Friday makes more sense to me than Easter Sunday. I can recognize more meaning in the cross than I can in the resurrection. The practical meaning in the resurrection always gives me a hard time. I meditate upon it regularly, thinking that this ought…

Even When the Sparrow Falls

Bless God in Every Circumstance  Jesus tells us to consider the birds of the air, how God feeds them and that not one falls to the ground without his notice (Matthew 7:26 and 10:29).  Yet, we cannot take Jesus to mean that because God notices, sparrows will not fall.  That would contradict plainly observable facts. Recently, I saw a robin build a nest in a tall hickory tree.  It seemed like a good choice – a strong tree, far out of range of our family cat.  A few days later, inexplicably, the nest lay on the ground, a freshly hatched robin nearby, and the mother robin vainly flying about, attentive to her offspring, but helpless to preserve its life.  The doomed…

Goldfinches and Thistles

God’s way of doing things doesn’t often make sense to me.  Who needs kudzu, mosquitoes  cancer, or infant HIV? Doesn’t the management of the universe need a suggestion box somewhere to find out how to run things a little more efficiently? The Canadian Thistle, for example, is an especially annoying piece of creation.  In Indiana, it is such a pest to farmers that state law requires its destruction, but it scoffs at human law.  I used to grow a large garden in Indiana and the thistles there always found a way to stab me.  The Goldfinch, on the other hand, is a beautiful creation.  Decked out in bright yellow gold and black they dart through the air, every glimpse providing evidence…