Easter 2007 Rumblings and Ramblings
Here it is about 3 a.m. Easter morning, and I am wide awake. It has been a year since I last posted here! (Does anybody care?) I continue to journal "by hand," but I obviously don't yet relate very well to this blogging business.
I've been on the internet googling a couple names. Both, now divorced from each other, have left their fundamental evangelical background and ministry and are active and public in their reactions to it. Their stories sober me, especially in light of my efforts to make sense of my own similar background.
I went back to bed and lay there, conscious of it being Easter, reviewing the basics: Jesus, the Christ, lived, died, and rose again! I belive that; I believe him. The basic, FUNDAMENTAL, essential question is, What do you believe about Jesus? Everything else flows from that.
I choose to hang on for dear life to this root belief, wrestling with all that follows. My rampant flesh loves any justification of indulging its temptations. But I cannot let go of Jesus. He is Lord. He is risen. He is risen indeed!
I've been on the internet googling a couple names. Both, now divorced from each other, have left their fundamental evangelical background and ministry and are active and public in their reactions to it. Their stories sober me, especially in light of my efforts to make sense of my own similar background.
I went back to bed and lay there, conscious of it being Easter, reviewing the basics: Jesus, the Christ, lived, died, and rose again! I belive that; I believe him. The basic, FUNDAMENTAL, essential question is, What do you believe about Jesus? Everything else flows from that.
I choose to hang on for dear life to this root belief, wrestling with all that follows. My rampant flesh loves any justification of indulging its temptations. But I cannot let go of Jesus. He is Lord. He is risen. He is risen indeed!
posted by Daniel Leslie Peterson | 2:57 AM
1 Comments:
Whatever Jesus is, we know He lives if we reach out for him.
"A Good Man Is Hard to Find" is a shortstory that has a fantastic line at the end: "She'd have been a good woman if she had a gun pointed at her every day of her life." I imagine Jesus wouldn't want us to wait until things got so desparate that we clung to our faith, rediscovered it all over again. In a way, the truth of the Gospel is reminding us that everyday we do have a gun pointed at us--and by the saving grace of He That Rose, we may relish salvation. We may look forward to that gun and to salvation everyday of our lives.
Heretical? I hope not.
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