The wide spectrum of Christ’s character always challenges me, especially in light of how the roles and tasks he assumes undergo a shift from the incarnation to his ascension. It’s clearly stated in the Gospels that Jesus didn’t come to judge, and when he’s on the earth as the Word-made-flesh Son of God, there is no judgment to be found. Yes, he displays righteous anger at times. He also has plenty of harsh words for the Pharisees, but even then there would be grace readily available to them if they would only accept (consider the story of Nicodemus). At the end of Scripture, though, Jesus has changed in the book of Revelation. He’s taken on the role of a judge, doling out summations of how people have spent their time—what they could have done better and what they did right. I feel as if there’s something here that’s crucial to recognize. Read More
I have a question that events and conversations over the past few years have created. I will not recount these conversations or the people involved because that would take more time than I want to spend, nor do I think it’d be fair to the participants, either (even if I were to disguise them like I do with every story that appears here). Suffice it to say, I’ve sat back and merely observed these conversations, watching what was going on around me. I have not come to any conclusions, so I suppose you could say this post is a mental exercise to try and at least come close to placing my finger upon something firmer than I currently have in my head. What I’m searching and have formed a hypothesis for is the answer to the following question: At what point do we quantify individuals, determining there has been a certain juncture where they merit or acquire a fixed label that solidifies them for the rest of their lives? Read More
So I have these neighbors. Actually, I had these neighbors. They recently moved out from the apartment next to mine. Every Wednesday we have to put our trash bins out by the curb. I would do so that afternoon with mine and, then, bring it back under the staircase that leads up to my apartment. My neighbors, however, would usually just leave theirs in the same place all week long, which was often in the way. I came to inwardly revile them for this heinous act. My reaction may sound exaggerated, but in reality what my neighbors were doing felt that significant because, small as it may be, it would be enough to set off my temper should I have already been having, say, a stressful day because of schoolwork.
Welcome to the suffering of the suburbs. Read More