Posted on April 25, 2014
Though I wrote this poem for the occasion of the consecration of our new church building (our church name is Church of the Resurrection), I thought I would post this in the Easter season, as it expresses our need for the ultimate resurrection power of Jesus in our daily lives. I hope it blesses you, as you walk in the death and resurrection everyday. The icon depicted in this picture is painted on canvas by three artists in our church. It is shown here at our Easter Vigil service in 2013, not in our own church building.
Coming to our Resurrection
Posted on February 22, 2014
Note: What began as a blog entry became a behemoth. Of course, the question elicits a lifetime of answer. You may want to read this in a few sittings. I wish I could provide you with a bookmark and a large cup of coffee.
In the novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Garcia Marquez, the author describes in his magical but realistic way a village suffering from an insomnia plague. As this plague continues, it gradually causes the loss of memory. To try and salvage memory, the people developed an elaborate plan that involved labeling everything, for instance, "This is a cow." But even the labels lost meaning over time and needed to be further defined. So, for instance to "This is a cow," they added: "She gives us milk. We add milk to our coffee." Eventually the village put a placard at the entrance to town that said, "God exists," as that knowledge too was slipping. Then the people began to forget what a mother was and what a father was and lost all language to describe it.
