Spiritually we never grow old; through the passing of the years we grow so many years young. The characteristic of the spiritual life is its unaging youth, exactly the opposite of the natural life. “I am…the First and the Last.” The Ancient of Days represents the Eternal Childhood. God Almighty became the weakest thing in His own creation, a Baby. When He comes into us in new birth we can easily kill His life in us, or else we can see to it that His life is nourished according to the dictates of the Spirit of God so that we grow “to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ.” The mature saint is just like a little child, absolutely simple and joyful and gay. Go on living the life that God would have you live and you will grow younger instead of older. There is a marvelous rejuvenescence when once you let God have His way. If you are feeling very old, then get born again and do more at it. ~ Oswald Chambers, Unaging Youth
In Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ, he captures the powerful and glorious victory on Calvary quite brilliantly. As Jesus Christ has finished His mission, taking on the weight of all unto the last of our sins upon Himself and commending His spirit, the camera becomes the single tear drop from the Father falling onto the work of his Son…and finally contrasting the spectacular light of Easter with the dark torment and pure anguish of the devil in his darkest hour.
So, this past week we witnessed three very interesting confessions from three very prominent Catholics. We have the two in New York; one who sadly acknowledges the “abandoning” of Catholics by the Democratic Party, and the other who proves his point by moving to expand the Murder of Innocents. And a third in Rome, who says of those who murder the innocents, “They are not punished, those who repent obtain the forgiveness of God and enter the rank of souls who contemplate him, but those who do not repent and cannot therefore be forgiven disappear. There is no hell, there is the disappearance of sinful souls.”
I don’t know about you, but I grew older reading words that read like the epitaph of humanity itself; the death of love…the death of the human soul. Look about you dear friend and tell me, what do you see? Look at the faces and into the eyes of we the people in our off-guard moments of quietude, the spaces between the burden of keeping-up-appearances we all slosh through. I see, in the New Jersey business complex of office spaces where I work, people aging before their time. From the outward appearance…the drained expressions and sluggish body language of the followers of the lie, to the ghoulish features and characteristics of the leaders of the lie. Study the portraits of the top Progressives alongside their Conservative counterparts and you will find my point very hard to argue. President Donald Trump is aglow with youthful energy and enthusiasm. Hillary Clinton, barely able to bathe herself, is being held together by a team of doctors, pharmacists, and (reportedly) a steady flow of alcohol and medications. The “Moral of the Story”? Lying (sin) kills the body slowly, day by day, piece by piece.
Oaths are made to God. There was a time when there were more Oath Keepers than Oath Breakers…we were so much younger then, we are older for that now. The founder of Oath Keepers just seconds ago texted me, “Easter is a good day for personal renewal and hope.” When enough of us realize the truth in his words, turn away from those telling and selling the things we want to hear, and begin living with purpose for the light, love, and truth of life…we will be young again as a blessed part of the great raising. Trust me when I tell you, it beats the Hell out of the alternative. Please join us in Body and Soul.
Wishing you and yours, a glorious Easter Sunday…bask in the smiles of your children.
And because Jesus is risen, there will be another resurrection when he returns at the end of the story—the first securing the second—the great raising of all humanity for the final chapter, the final resolution—where all brokenness is repaired, all evil is vanquished, and all beauty is restored. ~ Gregory Koukl, The Story of Reality