Theology or Tongues or ...
The
deep, dead theology of the Presbyterians? Or, the disquieting, delirious tongues
of the Pentecostals? Who has best found
and followed Your star? Who are the magi
and who are the magicians? When it makes
no sense but to the ones who have surrounded them?! What is undeniable and what is
incredible? Will a leap of faith end in
eternal free fall ending in darkness?
Or, will one jump and then soar away on the wind?!
Here,
we wrestle in the muck. Sometimes the
mud even seems soothing. But it plugs
our ears and smears our vision. The cold
ooze is slowly sapping out of us the warmth of life. And, this is to say nothing of the disease!
Can one
clean himself so as to merit an invitation to the in-crowd? Or, will a kind soul stop and help me out of
my distress and darkness, offering healing and help and hope?
My hope
is in the Cross! There, He displayed the
heart of God. There, He uttered the plea
of forgiveness for blind sinners, ignorant of their own darkness. There, He opened the gates of the paradise we
lost. There, He split open our darkness
with the light to guide us home!
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