Monday, April 12, 2010

Roots

4-1-2010

Another week of teaching comes to a close. This week really flew by. I was in such a rush making exams and worrying about my life that everything is kind of a blur. Last night I wrote about having no peace and how I would wake up with my peace in one peace. I woke up and my peace, although maybe not it one whole piece, was definitely more put-together than when I went to bed. Today I am actually marveling at the inconsistencies of human emotions. We can have a single issue that disturbs people to the very core of their beings and others will not be fazed in the least. One day we can feel distraught and hopeless and we can wake up 7 hours later feeling strong and courageous. I don’t understand humanity—that including myself. Since the fall of man I think we are in a constant battle with our own minds. I went to bed last night feeling pressure from all the possibilities life has to offer. I woke up this morning (this afternoon rather) and felt freedom from all the possibilities life has to offer. I like the freedom better, so I think I’m going to stick with it. I was once referred to as “the epitome of optimism.” I have since lost this trait, but I am determined to get it back.

Around this time some 2000 years ago, Jesus was eating the Last Supper with His disciples. He was preparing them for tomorrow, when He would go to the cross and hang for hours until the weight of the world killed him. The world would mourn for a couple days until death itself was put to death. Jesus rose, and His disciples ran around with fervor and passion that still flows through this world today. Christianity can be frustrating if you look around nowadays. The top words to describe our people are: hypocritical, close-minded, na├»ve, and all sorts of other negative-rich adjectives. But, we cannot forget our roots. We cannot forget the God who created, the God who lived with us, the God who taught us and walked with us, the God who ate with us, and healed our sick children. We cannot forget the Man who went fishing, walked on water, turned water into wine and prostitutes into saints. We cannot forget our roots—the roots of the tree that was cut and crafted into a cross—the cross that was shoved in the cold ground of Golgotha. We cannot forget the Christ that begins our name—the Christ who begged forgiveness for the men pounding stakes through his wrists. We cannot forget the Son of God crying for His Dad like a boy lost in a crazy department store called earth. We cannot forget. The Man who had the power to spit fire on those who had spit saliva on His wounds; the power to flatten those who were screaming His condemnation; the power to get rid of all of us selfish, bedraggled sinners. We cannot forget the love that endured to the end—the love that loved us as a Godly Father loves a Godly Son. We cannot forget when Love itself prevailed. This is the Christ that we cling to in our Christianity. This is who we are despite the flawed people among us. We cannot forget.

Be positive. He paid it all. Happy Easter.

We’re going to try to get to the mountains tomorrow before the sun rises. I got a date with my Savior.

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