An excerpt from the Plough and article entitled, "The God Who Descends"
“All manmade religion stands in opposition to the gospel. It is an
ascent toward the eternal, perfect God. Up, up – that is its call. God
is high above, we are down below; and now we shall soar by means of our
moral, spiritual, and religious endeavors out of the earthly, human
depths into the divine heights.”
—Emil Brunner
“Divine
heights”– yes, that’s where most of us want to be: that sphere of bliss
where all is well and pure and good and holy, where all that burdens and
weighs us down is lifted. Isn’t this what religion and spirituality are
all about: finding God and our eternal destiny above and beyond the
prison of fleeting time and suffering? Don’t we all long to be grasped
by the infinite, the absolute, the perfect – to gaze upon the true, the
good, the beautiful, unhindered in peace and glory?
We may
indeed ache for paradise. But the gospel, the good news in Christ, is
that God lives somewhere else. The true and living God, the one in whom
we live and move and have our being, dwells and reigns in the dark
depths of our existence, here and now.
The greatness of God’s
majesty is not in the realm of the eternal. God is Immanuel, “God with
us,” and even more: he is one of us! The Word became flesh, and in the
flesh God’s glory is revealed (John 1:14)
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My comments..
My how Christianity has forgotten that. They have people trying to
climb up to a god in the sky, and trying to become like God, While all
along the beauty of the Gospel is also this.. GOD IS US.. as if the
Creator ever feared it's Creation and what it would do, how absurd.
The Pharisees were afraid of the Lepers, so the people put them outside
the gates, no one dared touch them,. . for they were unclean..
Most of the religious Pharisees of Christianity, are afraid to hang with
or talk to the crowd, the average Joe at the bar, the Nancy at the
strip club..or the drug addict on the corner, if they did it would be
more like a kamikaze Kirk Cameron attack, go tell these people what kind
of piece of crap they are, then try to get them to say some quick words
of I am sorry god for being such a piece of crap, I want to be like
Kirk.. NOT..
It would behoove Kirk to look into the faces of all
these people and see Christ.. the Living God, that is here in human
flesh. and have no attitude, that I am better then you.. Come up to my
god, there you shall find rest.. yea sure.. Kirk..
I found rest
when I experienced God (Perfect Love) in this old man's flesh.. this old
guy, that I am sure, the Pharisees can find a lot of fingers to point
at me..
i am glad to know, that love didn't have to put on a paper
mask, dress in a full contagion protection gear outfit, glove up, walk
down here and come up to me, and say, "OK I touched you. and now believe
that and I won't send you to hell. and then fly back up into heavens
from his perfect throne and go.. "OOH I touched Joe,,, now I have all
his cooties."
He who knew no sin, BECAME SIN.....FLESH, HUMAN,
joined it' self with it's Creation.. and never was afraid.. see PERFECT
LOVE...cast out all fear.. so many yet fear a god, who is afraid of
their cooties.. UGH..
I hope one day they will get it right. but
for meantime.. Whenever I want to visit God.. I am not going to any
building behind four doors.. because you see.. I would prefer to go, and
be with all my friends that the pharisees think have the SIN COOTIES..
, and that's where Christ is.. right there IN THEM..and me..
oh
yes, he goes with the people to their churches.. in them as well.. but
they never knew where he was living, and they go there hoping he might
come down.. onto their building, perhaps their steeple will quit leaning
and stand up straight should this god, touch their special neck of the
woods instead of the guy down the streets church, why that would make
them special wouldn't it.. nope.. he doesn't because the dwelling place
of perfect love is not in some building made of brick, stone, mortar and
wood.. . so week after week, they cry out, O' come holy Spirit.. that's
a bit of too much of denial too me, of Christ come in the flesh.... who
do they think is in them... they have no idea..
Stephen got his
ass stoned for telling those religious people that in his day.. hey,
Mr. Pharisee, where you going there is no god dwelling in that building
of yours... whoops.. pissed them off something fierce..... they
bloodied the poor dude to death with stones.. but that's OK with Stephen
he looked up and saw what PERFECT PEACE was... and passed with complete
confidence of love in his heart and peace of mind.. the only way to
go...
May more Stephen's arise in their parking lots that have
the guts to speak out in love. to those poor souls, still trying to
climb up to be with god, by showing up at the place they think he
lives.. you would think they would eventually, wonder after so many
visits. how come he is never home..well some do, and they at last, quit
go home. and live life.. and one day, it hits them.. there is another
presence here with me, in me, as me... what's that..I heard a voice..
"Welcome home, my child."
-selah
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