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Blistered, Ripped and Bled

I’ve just found this video which features a fantastic Easter poem performed by John Goode. It formed the end of the Good Friday service at Buckhead Church in Atlanta.  I know it’s a little late for Easter (although we are still in the season of Easter) but the message of the poem is applicable year-round. The poem starts at 1:24 if you’re too impatient to sit through – and the words are below the video:

picture this:
the sins that we’ve committed
are the direct cause
of the pain that was inflicted upon Jesus
cos He saw
the consequences of our flaws
and actions,
and He decided to take the awful lashes in our stead.

so that night you left the club
so messed up that you ignored your God and the danger
that you invited a stranger
into your body and your bed
your actions were the lashes that stripped the flesh
from Christ’s legs.

and those late night fights
that led you to lift your fist against your wife
as she whispered, whimpered and begged for you to stop
but you would not until you had knocked some sense into her head
got Christ ripped across His back
until the skin blistered, ripped and bled

and when you said congrats to your co-worker on her promotion
but in fact you tore her down behind her back
because you envied what she had
you added the punches, lunges and jabs
that split Christ’s upper lip
the upper cuts from the fists of the soldiers as they kicked
the Saviour in His ribs

He endures the crown of thorns for every time you watch porn
He takes up the cross for your every transgression in the dark
He went to Calvary for the sins of you and me,
the senseless whims that we believe are victimless crimes
but please believe the victim is Christ
and I hope you see
that every time you deceive
your company with your embezzlement schemes
a nail goes through His right hand, right then, and He screams

and every time you plot to meet your mistress
and cheat on the missus
you can hear Him yell as the nail punctures the precious flesh of His feet
as He screams for no more
He implores us to cease
but we ignore His pleas
find ourselves on these streets, searching for more than we need
gluttony, envy and greeed
feed the need and plant the seed
and indeed you can’t see
that man who can’t stand up
with his hand out, looking for a hand up

and the irony is Christ is screaming ‘he is me’
and the nail goes through his left hand
because we ignored and left him to die hungry
on these streets

and on that fateful morning
when the cross finally stands and comes to rest
when His needs quake in its wake
and there’s a pounding in His chest
after everything we just put Chris through
for the sins of me and you
He looks to the heavens and says
‘Father, please forgive them for they know not what they do’

but we do in fact
daily we nail Christ to the cross

now can you picture that?

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Second Glance

“perhaps true beauty is something that draws our attention at second glance, once the judgement of a first glance has realised it’s mistake”

Footprints in the Sand

A reformulation of the ‘Footprints in the Sand‘ poem as a limerick:

There was a man who, at low tide
Would walk with the Lord by his side
Jesus said “Now look back;
You’ll see one set of tracks.
That’s when you got a piggy-back ride.”

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Great to see it distilled down but still retaining its meaning. Reminded me of this Savage Chickens cartoon about brevity.

Social [Networking] Commentary

So the planet warms and the Kenyans kill their neighbors and we tweet about nothing and hope the servers hold out.
Facebook, Twitter, and Bird FluJeffrey Zeldman

A Smile of Intolerable Anguish

I’m not a hugely political figure, but I do enjoy politics, so I couldn’t resist posting this video of a recent speech by William Hague describing what would happen if Blair became ‘le President’ of Europe. It’s only about a minute long – and is animated with a number of images so you don’t have to watch Hague throughout.

Hat tip to the BBCs Nick Robinson.