This is an excellent video from Peter Rollins.
I’m looking forward to the Olympics but the reverence for a flame which is being sponsored by Coca-Cola is a bit weird.
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What does the death of my Lord mean to me?
It is like a flood.
It is as if I wake up to find everything I own has been destroyed by water.
It is to stand, watching, as everything I’ve worked for is washed away.
It is like trying to build defences when everything is already gone.
What is the resurrection of my Lord to me?
It is not the replacement of all my things with things that are newer, better.
It is not turning back the time to before the flood.
The resurrection is like standing in the flood waters and watching everything I own be destroyed.
It is like having everything I have ever worked for disappear.
And realising, that all of it was worthless.
Standing with nothing and understanding that I am richer from the loss.
My remote control has needed new batteries for months. I know this because sometimes it refuses to turn over the tv until I hit it repeatedly. It then works for a few more days, maybe even weeks until it decides to remind me to put new batteries in it again and I hit it. Even when it’s working it takes two or three attempts to get the tv to react to it which often means that if I’m trying to get to channel ’28’ I end up switching between channel ‘2’ and ‘8’ until I manage to get both buttons to react at the same time.
You may ask why I didn’t just put new batteries in it months ago and I could say something like ‘I kept meaning to buy batteries but kept forgetting. They’re on my list. I will definitely buy some soon.’ And this would be a valid excuse. A forgetful person far too caught up in buying other things when I go to town that I totally forget to buy the much needed batteries. I know where I can get them from, I know I can get a whole bunch for a pound. They’re not expensive, I can afford new batteries. I’m just not actually desperate enough to buy them. One day my remote control would go totally dead and I’d wander round to the local shop and buy the expensive batteries rather than the cheap ones I can get in town.
However, I didn’t actually have that excuse. I have owned the correct batteries for as long as the remote control has needed batteries. I have had a vague idea of the location of the batteries. All I really needed to do was go and get the batteries but I didn’t even do that. You’re probably thinking that I must be incredibly lazy and I suppose I am. I just thought that I didn’t really need the new batteries because, ok, so the remote had some difficulty but it was working. It did change the channel eventually.
Today, it finally totally died. So I put the new batteries in and I can hardly believe how simple changing a channel has become.
Sometimes, the remote control represents life. I know there is something broken, something not quite right, something that could be better or just needs new batteries and I know how to fix it, how to make it right but I’m comfortable with the broken thing. I justify it being in my life because everything is sort of working, things happen eventually. I know who I need to talk to to sort things out, what I need to do but I keep getting distracted and never actually do it. I’m not actually desperate enough to change the situation. I’ll just wait until the thing stops being fixable and starts being completely destroyed and then I’ll sort it out. Even though this is more expensive, sometimes in terms of money, sometimes in terms of time, sometimes in terms of the toll it has taken on my life.
Today, I have discovered how much better a remote control works with new batteries.
Jesus said that he had come to bring life to the world and not just the kind of life that sort of works if you hit it a bit, but life with new batteries, life that works to the max. Often, I think, even people who say they believe this live their life as if going to channel ‘2’ and ‘8’ was what they really wanted.
There was a foolish man who built his house upon the sand. It was easy to dig the foundations, it was quick to build his house. There were no problems with his house until the storms came and his house fell down.
There was a wise man who built his house on the rocks. He worked for a long time just digging out his foundations. People walking past didn’t notice any progress for years. Storms came and storms went and then finally his house was completed and he moved in. When the storms came, he was safe inside his house.
Imagine faith is like these builders. The one who worked at it, who fought against nature, who destroyed rocks, who battled against the storms because he had no protection, he was the one who won. The one who went through the hard times eventually built a way to deal with the problems. It wasn’t because his faith sheltered him from the problems, it was because of his faith that he walked onto a rock and began the difficulties.
Would you like a brand new teddy bear or would you like this old icky teddy bear?
Sometimes we think that new is better, that if we want to be better, if we want to be more spiritual, if we want to prove that we are following our creator we will become new but I think we only think new is better because of the way we’ve been conditioned.
The new bears can be bought from ebay for a quid. The Steiff bear can be bought for over one hundred pounds.
When the Creator looks at us I don’t believe he see us as new, I believe he sees us for what we are truly worth even if we can see what we’re worth.