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“It is wrong to separate the legal status, gained by the complete discharge of the claims the law had upon us, from the resultant life. The only redemption Paul knew was one in which the redeemed life had received the gift of the Holy Spirit, and in which they lived as those who had been adopted into the family of God.”
–Leon Morris, The Apostolic Preaching of the Cross
This one was a bit too long to dump into the One Line Thoughts series (I don’t want Brendt getting bent out of shape if I bend the rules ) so I am up to #48.
In case you haven’t yet read Michael Spencer’s Mere Churchianity I will keep plugging it here until you get the hint that you should read it. Today’s thought for the day comes from that book, page 43:
“Does it seem to anyone else that the autopilot Christian life is primarily about how to get a reserved seat on the flight to heaven, assure yourself of a nice trip, and look forward to a smooth landing? But following Jesus leads to an entirely different kind of life. My experience is this: Jesus shakes me up, and I can’t get it together very well on my own.”–Michael Spencer
Some of you know, because I updated my Facebook status, that I have spent the last hour or so sitting on my patio with a nice cup of hot tea and a nice book of Wendell Berry. I had no idea what would happen.
I scribbled in my journal a few words, incoherent; illegible. I listened to rattling cicadas, barking dogs, chirping birds, clapping leaves, and tried to discern the flapping of the butterfly’s wings as the marvelous, glorious swallowtail flitted by scarcely able to control its trajectory because of the breeze waltzing through my backyard. I sipped my tea, breathed the summer air, and slowly, deliberately, lovingly caressed the pages of the book with my eyes.
I can’t read poetry straight through like a novel. Instead I skip around from page to page and read wherever the page stays open long enough for me to fix my gaze. I did so today and then I saw it, devoured it, made bare words my flesh and bone. Wendell Berry surprised me with words that quelled my anxiety, squashed my inner turmoil, and rushed new life into my failing heart.
“The way of love leads all ways
to life beyond words, silent
and secret. To serve that triumph
I have done all the rest.”
–Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
That’s enough. I just want you to know, or hear, again from love. Maybe you needed to hear from love as much as I do and did.