broken-old-key
To love is to be vulnerable: to hand over your weapons to another, remove your armour. Crazy. Who does that? Love. He gave us the keys, the will not to choose him, the knife to wound him. He did not defend himself. And where did that get him? In the garden he made for us, alone. While we hid. And we went into the wilderness to build machines, to survive without him. We fortified our weakness with iron and steel, shined to a holy gleam. Our machines are mistake-proof: effective, professional, strong. Clanging, powerful gongs. We give our mechanical monsters many lovely names: church, revival, community. Words, stripped of the power of a vulnerable God. We surrender our childlikeness to become little pegs in the machine—trading authenticity for professionalism. Some pegs don’t make it. Too tragically fractured to fake it, not useful or strong enough. The broken ones are tossed…Continue Reading
sails
When did we separate those treasured words from each other? I wonder, when grace and holiness took of on facing journeys? Sundry opinions of both are drifting around in the Christian ocean. The standpoints give us resemblance of pirate boats blitzing in the Caribbean. These two blessed words are usually divorced, disconnected and indeed different in the minds and hearts of us, Messianic Sailors. Alas, how we fervently hate that! Therefore enroll in this simple attempt of redemption, as we reunite these two estranged yet mighty brothers. “For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in the present age, looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ” Titus 2:11-13 The cooperation between grace and holiness is clearly shown above. As I introduce…Continue Reading