A Courteous Contrararian

Now Where Was I …

Written By: Jon - Sep• 01•14

It’s been two years since my last post, and a lot has happened to all of us, I’m sure. For that is the way God holds our interest; by changing our circumstances to keep us from becoming bored with our own existence.
We slip toward our common end while striving to be more, to mean more, than we do now. We grasp for joy in the striving as we endure the blunt force body blows of outrageous fortune. And all the while our God works behind the scenes in the good and the bad like the wizard behind the curtain. But unlike the wizard he is not without resources.
The book of Hebrews, in a couple of places, tells us Jesus was made perfect or complete by his sufferings. This idea of an imperfect or incomplete Jesus used to clash with my image of him. Hasn’t he always been perfect? Complete? But of course he hasn’t. He grew in wisdom and stature. He grew into the task set before him. And the final step was suffering.
Jesus was tempted (or put through trials; the word for both concepts is most often the same in the Greek) as we are tempted so that he might fully sympathize with us. So he could advocate for us before the Father. The steps leading to the Resurrection completed the process and we have the witness of his words to confirm it. I’ve heard 20,000 Jews died on Roman crosses but I imagine only one said, “Forgive them for they know not what they do.”

I have often thought that, when I returned to this blog, I would list the calamities that have befallen me since that last post. It is a long list. But I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, and I wouldn’t be inching closer to who I Am wants me to become.
It is trite to say there is no joy without suffering, but trite is only trite because it is thought so often, and we think it so often because it is true. We couldn’t know love without apathy and pride, or faith without certainty, or hope without sin.
This awesome existence God has birthed us into is as terrifying as it is marvelous, as mysterious as it is mundane. We dread the mundane as much as the terrifying, although they are opposites.
Yet instead we should thank him for the marvelous as we seek him through the mystery.

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