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!


Here are just a few things I find beautiful:

scenic view of mountains during dawn

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alley autumn autumn colours autumn leaves

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cascade creek environment falls

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bible blur christ christianity

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ancient antique architectural design architecture

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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


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

Man Kneeling in Front of Cross
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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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Okay, I was tagged to do this challenge by lilrant. (By the way, you should check out her work; it’s very creative and fun to read!) It’s a daily challenge to write 26 posts, A-Z. Here is the kick off. I hope you enjoy! It’s going to be a good challenge for me as I really need to write more frequently. Thank you Little Rants for the challenge! Blessings to you all!

beige wooden chest trunk on white surface

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Longing soul thirsts for you; dehydrated,
Sickly, mildewed, wilting; peeling plaster;
Needing to draw nigh into your presence –
Fear of your holiness, heart beats faster –
I’m dirty! Feebly entering temple,
Rapidly cleanse me like oil of castor!
Reminded I’m new, redeemed by the King,
Gracious Savior! High Priest; my soul’s pastor,
Helping me see clearly; reality!
As you make my vision clear and vaster.
I worship you for your goodness and grace!
I bring you a boxed gift – alabaster –
Joyously collapsing down to the floor,
Worshiping at the feet of my Master!

Luke 7.36-38 (ESV)

One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and reclined at table. And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.

“Alabaster”, © Joshua Curtis, 2019

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