It’s All About You, Too

Holy Saturday, 2018

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> MATT WALSH: I Am Judas

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~ YOU SEE IT every day. They. Them. THOSE people. Those BAD people.

One of the favoured abstractions of modern thinking & ideological movements is to passionately externalize all evil, bad intent, failure, hypocrisy, dark deeds, and wickedness only & always to others, and never yourself. THEM.

It’s why a religion which preaches sin, hell, personal awareness, accountability, moral imagination, and repenting/ turning/ returning to God from sin & hell and death is so unpopular to so many people, even some inside the Church.

The One In The Mirror

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If you read the Gospel accounts of Holy Week and Good Friday, there is all our human nature laid bare. OURS. Not “Those horrible terrible Bad People Over There”.

As Matt Walsh points out, the horror of the Passion is that any one of us is or could have been scheming Judas, cowardly Peter, sleepy James & John, the fleeing and cowering other disciples; the governor Pontius Pilate; mocking King Herod Jr.; bloody-minded Caiaphas or Annas; hate-filled Barabbas; the justly punished thieves crucified on either side of Jesus.

Of course it hurts. Here is no happy happy false-Gospel. Here is humility, mercy, confession, forgiveness, sympathy, hope. The other way lies hell, hypocrisy, hatred, self-righteousness, cruelty, and bloodshed.

As we wait on Holy Saturday in quiet hope for God’s answer to Good Friday, let our ponderments help us to see how sin, death, and Hell have left their marks in us, our family & friends, our neighbour. Only then can we see with the eyes of his costly mercy; only then receive His victory over sin and death and hell washing over us and through us, making all things new.  For He has prayed for us, carried us in His heart, and despite our worst, has done his holy best for us, our friend the God-Man Jesus Christ.

And then tell others about this mighty salvation. ~

Thus saith,

Teh Binks

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 Ah, Holy Jesu

1 Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended,
that we to judge thee have in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by thine own rejected,
O most afflicted!

2 Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee!
‘Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee;
I crucified thee.

3 Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
God interceded.

4 For me, kind Jesus, was thy incarnation,
thy mortal sorrow, and thy life’s oblation;
thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
for my salvation.

5 Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay thee,
I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,
think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,
not my deserving.


 


 

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Was He The One?

“The Way, The Truth, and the Life”, He said.

How can the walking talking Way be lost? How can the living breathing Truth be silenced and extinguished? How can the joyful and healing fullness of Life– die?

Now, imprisoned in a guarded tomb.

We all hide, numb and stunned– for surely we are next.

He was “The Resurrection and the Life”, He said. So He raised others– who shall raise Him to life again?

The local powers gloat; Rome marches on, with bloody sandals; Annas and Caiaphas have kept their power, and taught Pilate a bitter lesson. The crowds… one day with palms, another with shouts for His innocent death.

All our hopes and faith and trust are like ashes in the mouth; a shattered pillar; the cliff edge of a bottomless chasm. Shall we surrender to despair?…

“On The Third Day”, He said. He purposed this death to fulfill the Scriptures, He told us. Jonah three days in the belly of the whale? His dying eyes– “It is accomplished”, then.. over. Can God’s Son die?

The horrible drama is done. Let us quietly wait, on this Passover day. We cannot now rejoice, or join the crowds, or lift up our hearts unto God. Yet.

Early tomorrow, the women will go and do their work, and finish their preparation of his precious body with cloths and washing and spices. One last act of love….

Let us wait upon the Lord. For we love Him, and trust Him still… somehow….

All creation awaits with bated breath her Risen King.

Binks

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2 thoughts on “It’s All About You, Too

  1. From Professor Robert N. Bérard, Mount St. Vincent University, Halifax, Nova Scotia. Reprinted with permission.

    “Spot on, sir. I was speaking as a guest in a graduate research class last week, where I was asked to speak about historical research and writing.

    I usually finish the talk with reference to Prof. Garrett Mattingly’s observation of the importance of doing justice to the people we study, something that requires attention to context, intention, and recognition of their common humanity. Not everyone was prepared to rethink their righteous judgements of those who ran residential schools, owned slaves (even if their hearts were converted and they freed them) or tolerated those who did.

    The instructor observed that her grandparents lived about 20 km from a concentration camp. What did they know? How much would one need to know that something terrible was happening? What great evils have been done by people sincerely seeking to do good? And, in their position, are we sure we would have acted differently?

    There is a line in the Divine Liturgy of St John Chrysostom drawn from 1st Timothy 1:15, where Paul says that “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the worst.” The congregation, in that part of the liturgy, is required to admit being in the company of sinners “of whom I am the worst.”

    “Well, wait a minute”, we think, “I’m not that bad.” But that goes to your point about the mirror. Each of us is “the worst” because our sins are ours, and they are not mitigated by even the most horrific acts of others.”

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