Good Saturday morning! That wind is a bit cold out there, and this morning I have found no evidence that landscaping does not involve some hard work. Things ache, you see...
Ah well, the price of becoming famous among my blades of grass and little bugs. The blades of grass all know about the giant who kneels on them and the bugs know about the large movable feast that comes into their domain. We bug and grass celebrities might start the day wondering: What in the world am I writing about? It's a fine Saturday morning, and apparently the walk in the cold has got to my brain. Like many things, I make no sense sometimes. What about this Jesus, does he make sense?
If you call common sense what is common among people then, no, Jesus does not seem to make sense to the world. If you go to scrub out your kitchen and tell someone to grab that bucket of blood, the other person would naturally assume that you meant to pour it down the drain. However, we in Christ claim to be cleansed by the blood. That makes no sense at all. Blood doesn't cleanse; it makes a big mess. Isaiah wrote that by his stripes we are healed. Whose stripes? The stripes someone wears on his clothing wouldn't heal anyone. However, in Christ we know exactly what Isaiah is referring to, and yet it makes no sense to the world. By the way, how could one man being executed remove the penalty of sin from me? Again, in the world this makes no sense at all, but in Christ we understand that Jesus died as a substitute by paying the price we owed to God for our sin. Maybe we don't have what you could call common sense.
If you don't think the world considers you senseless, then join in a good discussion forum at any secular university. You will learn just how far out the intellectual powers of the world judge us to be in our thinking. Praise God that His Son makes the very bestest of sense to me!
Have a great day in Christ!
Bucky
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