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”

In Process

We are not yet what we should be, but we are growing toward it.
The process is not yet finished but it is going on.
This is not the end, but this is the road.
Everything does not yet gleam in glory,
but everything is in process of being purified.
Amen. – Martin Luther

Growth and Potential

Faith Keeps Hope Alive

BBC & Daily Mail“We separated the babies and unfortunately, after separation of the babies, Hope’s lungs were too small to support her breathing and circulation.

“So eventually she died because of a lung condition and in reality what happened before is that the lungs of Faith were somehow supporting Hope,” he said.

Source: BBC – Conjoined Twin Dies After Surgery

Back-Handed Compliment?

The following was said to me recently after I finished leading our Brigade service:

I’m just not sure about you being called to your home Church.  I think you should be seeking somewhere with a much larger Youth Ministry. You’re good; too good for us. – {withheld}

Interesting theology wrapped up in that I think.

Seize the Moment

A Christlike Ministry

Jesus was only ever able to seize the moment because He spent so much time in prayer and in the presence of His Father.  Jesus spent hours every day in personal spiritual preparation.  Then, when He had a relational encounter, He was spiritually aware enough to see straight into the heart of the situation and maximise that moment.  The same is true for all of us involved in Youth Ministry.  The hard work is not taken up in face-to-face contact with young people.  The hard work of Youth Ministry is taken up in the small, quiet hours of daily prayer and Bible study. – Steve Griffiths – A Christlike Ministry: YTC Press