<![CDATA[Strangely Normal]]> Freewebs http://strangelynormal.webs.com/blog.htm <![CDATA[week of may 24-true love]]> does this end too cynically?

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“We were free and made alive the day that True Love died”

-True Love, Phil Wickham

 

Love is dead

Or truth in love is so

And true love is a mockery

A hypocrisy of deepest kind

Claiming its own very opposite

But Love is not dead

In truth, Love died

Over two millennia ago

True Love died the truest and brutalest death

For being love

And claiming as much

Three nails pierced Love’s flesh

Hammered in by hate

And dropped splashes of the crimson red

Now claimed as the colour of love

True Love died and was dead

But three days later arose

Dead so others might love again

But Love was not recognized before His death

And less so after,

Even while still on earth

And people presume to recognize love today?

The greatest tragedy of love

Lies not in Love Himself

But in the bitter twisting and misrecognition

And blasphemy of claiming love today.

]]> http://strangelynormal.webs.com/blog.htm?blogentryid=4506058 2009-5-24T17:25:00-0100 <![CDATA[week of april 5-a sheep before the shearer]]> i never really understood why Jesus was compared to a sheep before a shearer.  for a little while i thought i did, but then i read a fable about pigs and sheep.  a butcher was coming to take a pig away from the farm, and the sheep asked the pig why he was squealing so.  the sheep said they were often carried off by strange men and then were later brought back slightly colder, but no worse for the wear.  they never made any sort of complaints.  the pig responded, he doesn't want your meat, but from me he wants my bacon!  from then on, i thought of sheep before shearers as whatever, because they didn't die.  maybe the sheep don't know that, but we do, so why bother trying to compare them?
but i realized something.  Jesus was before shearers.  they were stripping him of something, but it wasn't really His life.  He was killed, He was dead, but not forever.  He came back to life.  He wasn't taken by butchers, He was taken by shearers who stripped Him of His life for a little while, but not for long.
as a sheep before the shearers is silent, so He was.  right down to the shearing.

]]> http://strangelynormal.webs.com/blog.htm?blogentryid=4491898 2009-4-10T22:24:00-0100 <![CDATA[week of february 20-poetic musings:history]]> it is written "God is love."  it's been written "love made history" (history, matthew west).  "true love died" (true love, phil wickham) and therefore made it.  before love, there was no history, there was no was.  evryhting is its own eternal consequences; no forgiveness, no forgetfulness.  no past, we are in sin.  the great deaths make history, but the greatest death made it.  history.  the cross was the way to forgiveness, when we no longer live in the sin we have committed.  it's now in the past, buried, forgotten.  i still sin, but after i do it's gone and over if i am forgiven.  love made forgiveness.  love made past.  love made history.

]]> http://strangelynormal.webs.com/blog.htm?blogentryid=4472864 2009-2-27T22:37:00-0100