Writing Prompt | Installment 1 | “Lost”

This first writing prompt I got from here.

~~ 10. Write about a time you were lost. ~~

 

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  • Lost. Life’s whirlwind blowing the waves. Tossed. I have mostly felt this way; out of place; no where to fit. The older I became, the worse it got. Racism made everything worse. I didn’t feel like I fit in my family – always uncomfortable. Felt like I was a burden. My life for them? What’s the cost? Hung out with mostly black people in school, but was never one of them either. Barriers broke down and crossed. Yet, I was the bridge – wonderful purpose; trampled underfoot. Where do I fit?!  Who are my people? What’s my identity?                … Lost …

 

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  • A little shorty, summer evening and I was outside playing hard. Running around the yard, the alley and the back streets. I slip into the kitchen for a drink. I hear my … a family member … on the phone. Telling a joke; whispering; hiding the words from my inquisitive mind. I can’t let that slide! I press and ply. They give in, but tell me not to repeat. “What do you call a black person when they become an angel in Heaven? A bat!” Hurt, confused; this is funny? … I walk away and went back outside, to play with my … “batty” … friends. ? This is a step down from the poor white kids I play with? Didn’t know categories existed…

 

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  • Another summer day, a year or two away. A visiting aunt from a far way, walking away from the house to depart for the day, smiling from ear to ear; joyous, happy to see us. Began to speak to me – the youngest of the family – “You should come and visit me at my house…” A pause for a specific cause. Bent down with mouth by ear and I heard the sound. “…so we can get away from all these Black people!” Not breaking her smile as she erects herself. What did she say? I remember, the thought, ‘why would I want to do that?’ This was not okay! More splinters of confusion into my brain – more membranes fray.

 

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  • With my closest friends. The everyday homies. They got my back! Sitting around laughing – joneing and slammin’. Like usual, I know it’s coming. The white joke is on the horizon, but not towards me. Instead, why do white people … what’s up with white people … yo, this white girl … but every time before delivery occurs, they turn to me, still laughing, “Hey, don’t be offended” or after it was said “Sorry bro.” Constantly, with good intentions, reminding me I don’t fit it. That I’m on the exterior; the outskirts of unison. Unbreachable division with my closest dudes. Lost

 

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  • “Let’s go hoop at the park.” I reply, “You know that’s right!” Strolling through the streets, walking down the middle; we own this! Knuckled headed fool. Emotionally on a precipice; edge of the cliff. Get to the elementary school, hooping at the park. Blacktop blazin’, smelling the burning of trees; catching that high whiff. Trying to fit in, but uncomfortable and stiff. Then, “Yo, hit this spliff!” I reply, “No, I’m good.” “Come on, don’t be a b****!” “Nah, I’m good.” From across the way … “What’s up with this White Boy?!” Approaching me, sizing me up. My guy intervenes, “It’s cool, he’s with me.” “F*** that, get this white boy outta here!” “I said he’s cool!”  Disengaged the rage of this fool; at least for the moment. Lost – but grateful for my guy sticking up. Targeted and disrespected, but I gave them that jay! My boy was crossing them up. Couldn’t stop us!

 

 

Please feel free to share your thoughts. Also, if you have a writing prompt you want to share for me to take on next week, let me know!

 

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

 

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The Making of a Muscle-bound Man

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One of the quintessential aspects of manhood: Strength! As men, we are expected to be strong. We tease and poke-fun at each other for weakness when putting a nemesis down or encouraging a friend on.

This strength is also supposed to permeate our entire lives. It’s not just physical. We have to be strong emotionally, mentally, in our spirits; in our souls. Of course, depending on the family, culture, nation, etc. that we are raised in, this strength can look very different. For some men, it is strength to let a women run over them and in others, to put that woman “in her place”, even physically if need be. For some, it is strength to fight as fast as possible and for others it’s strength to run and survive.

With so much confusion about men’s strength, what is a real standard for us to follow? I think there are many qualities of strength in a good man. However, I think there are two words that sum up where we really need to start when it come to being strong – both based on one Scripture.

 

 

Proverbs 24.10 reads, “If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small.” (ESV)

First word – courage! We must be willing to stand for truth and righteousness in the day of adversity. If we are to be strong, we must learn – and be willing to be taught – how to stand in the face of adversity. I also like what C.S. Lewis said regarding courage: “Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.” We see this throughout Scripture, but one famous verse is God speaking to Joshua in chapter one of that book. “Be strong and courageous.”

 

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Of course, just looking over this verse, it can apply to anyone. However, when we dig a little deeper, we can see how it apply a little more specifically to men as we find a very interesting meaning for the word adversity. One of the meanings is ‘rival wife’, and oh how easily we can be distracted by the femme fetale.

 

 

This brings us to our second word: Faithfulness! I think this is something that – in my country – is way undervalued. Men are prided on how many women they can “get with”, but that is opposite of reality. In reality, we are called upon to be faithful! This is not only what God expects of us, but also examples. He is faithful to keep his covenant with us himself, by putting his spirit and laws within us. He keeps the covenant going. Secondly, he tells us husbands to love our wives like Jesus loves his church and to give ourselves up for them (Ephesians 5.25-33). However, this word is so much bigger than just physical faithfulness. It is also spiritual, mental, in our hearts, souls, imaginations, etc. And, it certainly includes how we relate to and treat God in our lives.

 

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So men, yes, let us be strong. However, if our strength is not rooted in righteousness and discipline, if it is only physical, if it does not flow out of courage and faithfulness, we are lacking. Speaking for myself, these are areas that God is certainly growing in me and has been for years. I am currently going through a season I can tell God is working on both of these areas again! Prayers are welcome!

 


 

I know, I am putting a post up for men today. However, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the mamas out there! I know speaking for myself, I got a lot of strength from my mom growing up and certainly get much from my wife everyday. I am speaking in this post of men’s strength, but the strength of a woman is a beauty to behold and should continue to encourage and spur us men on! Our families – the second most important reason for us to be strong!

 

 

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Zenith & Nadir

2 May 2019

“Zenith & Nadir”

The zenith and nadir of human – and all of – history occurred in one weekend! A weekend that was just recognized and celebrated …

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Thankful

23 April 2019

sin on! Losing all of my grips
you say that I am going to win, Ultimately
can you see me as for provision I Faithfully wait
am I able to, there are Kids to feed and give vision
Nightingale song stale melting within me that which is
glorious, Amazingly you fail at all I heal
I trust I’m found Harmonious within, as in you,
me in your way, presence, Lord oh, Turn right around!

 

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Turn me, oh Lord, in your presence, right way around!
Harmonious within, as I trust in you I’m found,
A
mazingly glorious you heal all that I fail,
Nightingale song melting within me that which is stale
Kids there are to feed and I am able to give vision,
Faithfully you can see me, as I wait for provision,
Ultimately, you say that I am going to win
Losing all of my grips on sin!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Sublime

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21 April 2019

“Sublime”

In the midst of life’s trench,
Aha! A wood-chip rooted bench,
A sweet aroma – escaping moist stench –
The blessed moment to seize, clench!

Three children blissfully play, as we
Flanked by each flower and tree,
Washed in waves of sun and breeze – glee –
As an old friend – nestled in hand – sits with me.

Ushered into the presence of God,
As we – across the lawn – march, trod,
Over the imbalance of Spring’s semi-dry sod;
Coffee sip, book trembles lip, kids flip – to Creator I nod!


I want to thank all of you for the likes and support you have given lately. This A-Z Challenge has been very good. I really enjoyed deciding to do a segment on Holy Week in the middle of the challenge. It didn’t end quite as strong as I was hoping, but I did what I could with working a lot of hours, kids, etc.

Story time

Today was beautiful here in the Midwest of the US. I actually got to read a little today to and outside no less! I LOVE books. However, I don’t get to read often – certainly not often enough. Unfortunately, although the love was always there, it was not cultivated in me early on. Instead I spent most of my time playing basketball or video games. Those activities were fine in themselves, but I was neglecting my real desire all along. I didn’t really get into reading too much until high school and it was sporadic at best. I do remember when I started to love books though – or, at least when it made an impact on me.

I was a little boy. I shared a room with one of my brothers and we had bunk beds. My bed was on the bottom – which meant I took most of the abuse from my brother throwing things at me, etc. I digress. One particular night, our mother was putting us to bed. She washed the sheets and was making our beds. She finished my bed first. I jumped into the bed and snuggled up into the fresh sheets as she started making my brother’s bed.

As I laid there while they chatted away, I looked across the room. In the corner opposite of my bed there was a stack of books on the floor. I heard them beckoning! Being the obedient child I was … ahem … I jumped out of the bed and went over to the stack of books. I remember that I couldn’t even read. I remember not knowing what the words said, but still fascinated as I looked at each one of them. They just kept chatting away and I paid no mind, knowing my mother would be interrupting soon to usher me back into my bed. I was enthralled in the moment. Amazed as these books just captured my heart – not even knowing what they said!

BAM! My heart lept within. What in the world was going on! A very loud crash behind me! I spun around to see what had happened. Both my mother and brother stood their with bewilderment and shock on their faces. The bunk bed had collapsed as the top bunk – with reinforced wood and all – came tumbling down onto the bottom bunk. The best decision of my childhood right there. Getting out of that bed to gaze upon these books. I think I was actually obeying in that moment. Obeying God as he called me from that frame to look at these stories across the room … I don’t remember anything else from that day or what we did after our beds went out of commission. I’m guessing we slept on the floor, or the coach perhaps? At any rate, I have been drawn to books since this time.

I can just walk through the library and just feel lost … at home. I want to just be present and browse for hours.

As far as writing, that came later. I started writing poetry mostly because of girls. “Hey girl, check out these lines, they all mines!” Yeah, it didn’t start off too well, but growth does happen. It was also the movie Finding Forrester, still one of my favorite movies. If only I could write as well as that! Then I became a Christian and he became the focus of my attention and the thrall of what I desire to express. Maybe I would have been better if I would have worked on enhancing this desire and gift versus everything else that I have done. But, it’s okay. He works it all out for good.

As you continue to join me on this journey, hopefully you will see some growth and good things happening. In the meantime, thank you all! Feedback is welcome! Thanks for sharing your time and thoughts.

Sublime blessings to you!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Osteoporosis Poses

Good Friday

 

Thank you Suki for this second picture prompt! Hopefully I can give it some justice…

Here are the rules for this one taken from her page:

Feel free to join in this challenge and write a post, be it a poem, short story or any other thoughts you have about the picture. Or, drop me a comment below and leave your thoughts with me…

Looking forward to reading your ideas…

Little Rants, yep, I tag you again! This one doesn’t have a word count limit though, so that’s a plus! Lol. Anyone else up for this challenge?

 

19 April 2019

“Osteoporosis Poses”

 

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I’m enigmatic!
Come close if you want
To feel the static
While I tickle your fabric –
Panic is automatic!
Fervent heat moving vehement elements,
As the strongest, before me,
Take osteoporosis poses,
Knees weak and buckle
As they yell pleads and pleas –
Many pleases,
But the fiercest babble with
Sniffles and sneezes
Before me –
Just wait until they meet my King –
Jesus!

… … …

Father rouses me to action

… … …

Although I am a force of power –
Also the results of my Master’s thoughts flashing –
At the final battle, I will be at the forefront,
In the valley for time last, good and evil clashing!

Today, however, is not the day!
Ah, roused for a special task indeed,
For the Father’s making a descent to earth,
I am his robe; the procession – I lead.

We descend in darkness and thunderous claps,
Approaching to … Wait! What is this I see?!
Is that … … it’s my glorious King!
Hanging by nails upon that tree?!

Anger kindled, I let out a flash,
Along with a thunderous cry,
I look into the face of the Father,
As tears well up in his eyes.

Upon the surrounding hills I weep,
In the form of large rain drops,
In a flash of bright blue to ominous orange,
I strike down on one of the hill tops.

The Father looks upon the face of his son,
Being crushed under weight of world’s sin,
Then he moves through the city,
And his temple he enters in.

The huge veil he rents in passionate force,
Right down the full length of the middle,
Ripping his covering and clothed in my darkness –
Sackcloth and ashes. What is this riddle?!

As I look upon my King – blood pooled below,
I have no more shock left within – I’m listless,
Osteoporosis poses – I go limp like … his body;
No thunderous cry … … I am … … speechless.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019


See also: Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23, John 19, & Psalm 18

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Hammering Harmonies of Hamilton

It’s been 10 years already… That’s when I started this blog. TEN YEARS AGO! I have wanted to pursue writing for so long. I remember writing poems in high school and in college – before I became a Christian – when I would walk around a campus of 20,000 people and feel utterly alone and dejected. My notebook was there as I would spill my heart out on it’s pages. In my writing I would search so hard for God and for understanding. And then, he showed himself to me… This dream of writing has continued to come back and haunt me, so I started the blog. 10 years later and I am just now – this year – starting to really try and build this page. God, please forgive me for sitting on this dream for so long. My weaknesses and fear have held me back. I’m finally at the point where I’m okay with not being the best writer. I just have to do this because it burns in my bones and if I can only reach one person … no, even if I never reach anyone, I want to obey him as this desire he has placed in me. I’m finally taking a stand – at 35 years old…15 years too late and yet right on time as he has grown me along the way.

I continue to be amazed at how God puts things in my life right when I need it. For example, when I was living in Idaho, my guy Tim put me on Eric Thomas, who was someone that really helped me in a much needed attitude/outlook adjustment. After I moved back to Indiana, I spent some good time reconnecting with one of my brothers, Kyle, who was all hyped up about this Broadway Play by the name of Hamilton – only 4 years too late for me. (Praise God for my many brothers who have been such a blessing at critical points in my life!) I had never heard of it. I was not familiar with Mr. Miranda’s work before this, but looking into the play and learning its soundtrack, amazing work. This play and it’s threads throughout are so well done!

It’s hard for me to explain just how much this soundtrack is sweeping up my spirit! I am trying to forge my character to be more Hamilton-like and that has been on me for years. Finding this play helped put words, music and movements to how I have been feeling! Unfortunately, I have always been a fairly broken and insecure person. I have tended to live in the shadows of other men. I walk around with a burden of failures. Instead of being Hamilton, I am really Burr. Yes, Burr, but I’m at the point I am finding these shadows to be too…chilly. It’s time to step out into the light and not waste my shot! I mean, the world’s in such turmoil and we have the opportunity to speak life and stand on the right side of historic moments – how lucky we are to be alive right now. It’s time to grow and fight and start writing like I’m running out of time...yes, that would be enough. I’m hoping I can actually go and see the show sometime when I have the funds and time to do so! And although there have been several things that led up to this moment, this play has been the most recent piece in the puzzle for me.

In terms of building this page, this has been a wonderful 4 1/2 months. I appreciate all the encouragement, support and pointers that many of you have given. Several of you have reached out to me personally through comments and emails as well. It’s been such a blessing coming across so many great writers and amazing stories;  authors that have inspired, moved, encouraged, challenged, and humored me. I wanted to tag a few people in here, but I realized that it would quickly be over about 20 people and that would be a little crazy to fit in. Just know, especially for those of you that I have gone back and forth with over email or comments, I appreciate your work and the encouragement shown.

I do want to make at least one shout out though. My goal this year was to at least put up one post a week. And then, I ran across this very intriguing and engaging site that was informative and humorous. While engaging with some of these posts, I was drawn into a challenge all of the sudden to write a post a day from A-Z. Well, not to be shown up too easily, I took the challenge on, of course! This has been a huge blessing for me and has challenged me to work harder on my writing and staying faithful to the task. It’s been great exercise over this past week. Little Rants, thank you for the challenge and for the likes, comments and encouragement along the way. I appreciate it!

I am looking forward to growing as I continue to grind and hopefully produce some stuff you all can enjoy and glean from!

Before we go on this post, one quick funny story on this topic. As I’ve said I have been listening to this soundtrack quite a bit lately and every once in a while I listen to it while the kids are riding with me. Well, this week our youngest, who is three, was walking around the house while the other two were at school. She had a hair band and a little barrette. She was pretending it was her sling shot and she was shooting it while making sound effects (pew, pew, pew). Then, all of the sudden, she started singing, “I’m not throwing away my shot!” That’s right baby girl! I’m praying your daddy will do the same.

“The opportunity of a lifetime needs to be seized during the lifetime of the opportunity.”
― Leonard Ravenhill

Let’s continue to grow! Blessings.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Expectations

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Expectations! This is a broad topic for sure. I want to focus, briefly, on some societal expectations – or lack thereof – in light of one of my all time favorite quotes.

I have spent many years working with youth in various capacities. It’s no surprise for me to say that they are hurting! Our world is hurting and in need of some major repair. One area we really must improve is our language. This is where the war is being waged today! I wrote a post recently about the fight over definitions. It’s more that just that however. It’s also in our expectations of the language we are using. We often speak death to our situations before life has even had the chance to come forth (I am really preaching to myself now!). We are doing the same with our youth. How often are our youth taught – and taught to speak – as if they have no virtues, as if they have no purpose, as if they are … subhuman.

Thus, what do they do? What most humans in that situation do. They intentionally take on the broken language to try in make it positive amongst themselves. And so, we hear the language reverberating throughout our culture, e.g., “What’s up killa?” Now, same sentence, but substitute “killa” with, “play-boy”, “fool”, “pimp”, “savage”. Or, how about this phrase? “Beast mode!”

We are more concerned with becoming a savage or going beast mode than we are becoming men and women. Let us stop lowering our expectations. Instead, let us raise our expectations and demand something better. I feel, although probably initially met with the usual push-back, in time our youth with respond. They need to know, they must be told, they are not beasts or savages. They are humans, created to receive and give love and to live life to their highest capacity.

The problem with humanity is…we are not human enough!

C.S. Lewis spoke of the educational setting in 1940s England and how they were the worse off because they had, to a large degree, stopped teaching morals in their schools. My how we left this rebuke unheeded! We are exceptionally worse off then they were at that time. So, here finally is the quote!

And all the time — such is the tragi-comedy of our situation — we continue to clamour for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. You can hardly open a periodical without coming across the statement that what our civilization needs is more ‘drive’, or dynamism, or self-sacrifice, or ‘creativity’. In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful. – C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man, “Men Without Chests”, pg. 12 [you can read an online pdf of this book as well]

Let us rethink and reevaluate our expectations as a society and let us be careful how we perceive – and what we say – about ourselves. I know I need to do this on a personal level! What are your thoughts? 

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Bawling Blood & Beneficent Beauty; Part II

Part II | Beneficent Beauty

Beating rhythmically beyond the boundaries of our very beings, beacons of hope break down barbed wire barriers, bringing the brightness of life through bereavement, betrayal and brokenness; beauty beckons!

Sorry for the delay. It’s been a long day…

I am not sure how familiar any of you are with The Green Mile by Stephen King. I do not read Mr. King much these days, but this was one of the first books that really captured me. I remember sitting down and reading 50-70 pages at a time which was amazing for me at that time. Anyway, in some ways I relate with the character of John Coffey, in that, much of the time I am burdened. I am burdened by the state of my country and if we will still be a nation by the time my kids are grown, I am burdened by the state of the Church and the rampant foolishness going on within, I am burdened by my living situation and wanting more for my family, and the list goes on. Yet, it’s more than burdened. It’s a deep sorrow that I cannot fully articulate, like shards of glass in my head – there’s the connection to Mr. Coffey.

Yet, even when I am in that space heavily, I can be arrested from that place by beauty. When it’s 7:00 am and I am going outside on my forklift at work wishing I was somewhere writing or at home, I see the sunrise and hear the morning birds singing their hymns and my souls quiets as my spirit rises! Beauty is so captivating in an inarticulate way. How we are moved along by a string a words put together on a page, or how Handel’s Hallelujah chorus demands we rise to our feet, or being in the awesome and humbling shadow of a formidable mountain, or the deep pride and awe of a waterfall, or in the eyes of a spouse or child, or the beauty of animals, trees, flowers – nature – or the parkour opening of that one The Office episode…okay, that wasn’t a piece of beauty, but hilarious and brings me joy! Although it may vary for each of us, it is still powerfully moving in the way it captivates us.  

This morning I was struck hard. I was working and thinking about Part I of this post I just put up and thinking about a post I want to do soon about martyrs – avoiding details at the moment. I was stirred along thinking about how I could possibly communicate what I was feeling within me and I prayed for God to help me through that moment and process it well. I went outside and was literally speechless. I don’t even remember the last time something made me speechless. And, I mean my mouth hanging open and the whole nine. Here in central Indiana today it was overcast and misty, but for a brief moment, as soon as I opened the garage door, I saw the most beautiful bright pink – almost red – sunrise illuminating through the clouds. Here I was just thinking about martyrs and all of the sudden before me is the most striking pink/red sunrise. Yet, that’s the point of it all!

God, in his wonderful mercy, has an uncanny ability of turning beauty from our mess. And even though this world seems to be suffocating in a cacophony of negativity, backbiting and good-ol-fashion, nobody’s to blame, brokenness, God blesses us with beauty all around. It’s like Trinity in the last Matrix movie while heading into the most dangerous of situations, she has a brief moment of riding above the storm and seeing the beauty and peace of the sun. It is a gracious gift. It is beneficent beauty!

In the Bible, we see God remaking the heavens and the earth after his return.

Revelation 21.1-4

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Imagine the most beautiful things you have experienced. Now, imagine them perfected with no negativity! With this kind of beauty, only one word remains: Maranatha!

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Here are just a few things I find beautiful:

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What about you? What’s beautiful in your world today?

 


 

Text and last picture, © Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Bawling Blood & Beneficent Beauty; Part I

Preamble

Day two, still the beginning, and yet I am already beating back the boundaries of this challenge. I was betwixt two beckoning beliefs that burdened by brain. Instead of breaking the bonds of one or the other, both was the only reasonable and balanced choice. Thus, I bisected it! Part I, Bawling Blood and Part II, Beneficent Beauty. Brace yourself; begin!


Part I | Bawling Blood

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Although I bequeathed you with a bounty of b’s, I will now bench the “b” barrage bombarding this blog. Let’s move onto something a bit more serious. Sometimes I come up with ideas or conclusions that I take from Scripture – which may or may not actually be there, but I find intriguing nonetheless. This is one of those posts and it’s going to be a tying together the overall ideas of two previous posts: Foul Smells and Lamentations (which has to do with innocent blood) and The Thread of Christ’s Divine Nature (the eternal nature of Christ).

First, we see in Genesis 4.10, “And the Lord said, ‘What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying to me from the ground.” We can draw a conclusion here that innocent blood calls out to God from the ground, as Abel’s blood did after Cain killed him. Now, what we don’t know is if innocent blood always cries out to God, or if it just did in this instance. We are going to assume that it does; I believe this to be the case.

If this is the case, then it would also be true of Jesus when his blood was spilled on the cross. His blood was innocent, and if it cried out, what would it’s plea be? Now, we must also remember that Jesus is God in the flesh. He is eternal and divine. He also longs to make intercessions for us. Hebrews 7.24-25 tells us both of these realities, “but he holds his priesthood permanently, because he continues forever. Consequently, he is able to save to the uttermost those who draw near to God through him, since he always lives to make intercession for them.” (emphasis mine)

Now, Jesus was killed on our behalf that we may have the opportunity to be redeemed. He loved us to the extent to die for our sins that if we submit to him we may have his life. Powerful message of love and I believe that’s what his blood was crying out – for our forgiveness and redemption! However, since he is divine and eternal, I come to the conclusion that his blood is still indeed crying out. His blood is still making intercession for this broken and sinful world. It’s still weeping from the broken clay under Golgotha!

Jesus’s bawling blood – crying out today on our behalf. Again, this is just a thought that intrigues me. What are your thoughts?

I really enjoy “thinking outside of the box” or “reading between the lines” when it comes to the Bible. However, the caution is that we must not become dogmatic about things that are not clearly there. What we do know for certain from Scripture is that Jesus loved us enough to die for us and still loves us enough to intercede on our behalf. He never quits on us! That truly is a bounty of beauty; we are called to become his beloved!

Well, I’m off to work. I will see you around the corner for Part II (in about 14 hours or so!). Have a wonderful day/night.

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