One dark day, in pain and ticked off at the Devil, I put on one of my favorite Christian heavy metal bands, Impending Doom, put my earphones in, turned the music up as loud as I could stand it, closed my eyes and started banging away at the keyboard. What you'll read in this blog was knocked out in about 10 minutes. I present it to you unedited, unrevised. It is the warcry of a tortured and angry soldier, resolving himself to never give up, never give in, never surrender.
In today’s angry world, the very people who spit in His face are the very ones Jesus loved the most. He delighted in hanging out with them so much, the religious leaders of the day deemed Him a loser, lunatic and liar. Isaiah said Jesus was no one of consequence. No physical beauty. Despised and forsaken. A man of suffering; grief’s patient friend. As if he was a person to avoid. Despised, forsaken, nobody taking notice of him. That may not jive with the opinion you have of Jesus, but that’s what the Bible says. Now THAT Jesus I can relate to.
This art piece, based on the painting, “Forgiven,” by Thomas Blackshear II, has always got to me. The man has a large nail (more like a spike, really) in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, and the nail-scarred hands of Christ can be seen. Translation: even though the man’s wrongdoings were what nailed Jesus to the cross, the Lord still forgave him.
I've never posted another author's work on my blog, but felt this portion of an article by Bonnie Gray was important enough to share.
I was once lost and now I'm found. There was a point in my life when I was terrified, like I was in this dream, wandering aimlessly through life and not finding anyone to help me. Trudging through the darkness, with no ray of hope, and finding no friendly faces.
We can’t change “the” world, but we can change “our” world. We can choose to be kind to each other. We can choose to be loving. We can choose to be patient. We can seek out those who make us laugh, instead of our old “gossip pals.” I say we give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen?
It's my goal to be as good a grandparent as my grandparents were to me. Oh sure, they were human and prone to mistakes, just like me, but were such a blessing. Even when I told a lie so elaborate my Grandma Weddle had to call the police...
The remains of the old cathedral in Coventry stand not as a hollow testament to England’s defeat, but rather, as a glorious tribute to their victory over Nazi tyranny. In the same way, we must look to our scars as reminders of victory, not defeat. Your wounds are tokens of your strength in the face of darkness.
Our family motto, which my daughter and I both have tattooed on our bodies as a reminder, is the following: NO FEAR OF THE FUTURE...NO REGRETS OF THE PAST. If you're still being bullied, please please please TELL SOMEONE. Do NOT let it continue. Life is too short to be attacked by tiny-minded imbeciles who feel bigger by making others feel small. Or maybe you're like me; you were bullied, and still carry the residual effects. Well, guess what? We have to let it go.
I see Christians sharing nothing but bad news on Facebook. The ugly, the tragic, the sad and the infuriating. I challenge you today to embrace that which breeds joy in your heart.