Tuesday, January 14, 2020
A hiding place or a way to meet. . .
If you want an answer to the reason for life or an explanation for death or hope in the face of death and the grave, you have to look beyond the meager offerings of the world. That is the stuff of which Scripture speaks and that is why Christ was incarnate, lived, suffered, died, and rose again. Waugh frames this worldly hiding place plastic -- though I might prefer the old term for fake jewels, paste. Think of the evolution of plastic from its origin in bakelite that moved from bowls and cheap trinkets to jewelry. Christ got down and dirty in the reality of a world of sin and sinners, disease and death, struggle and sorrow. He met them in the name of the Father from whom all things came and on whose promise of a Son and a Savior the world's hope was hung through the ages. Until that day when the Word became flesh -- not to receive glory but to give the glory of a righteousness big enough to cover the unrighteous and of a life strong enough to endure the cold darkness of the grave. In Christ we do not hide from reality but meet it and not alone. Christ is with us. Christ is for us.
It has often been said by those presumed wise in their own minds that religion is an opiate or a crutch
We live in a plastic world where cheap substitutes are accepted as real and no one dare challenge this false idea. Christ shatters this plastic construction and builds something so real it is eternal using His own flesh and blood as the resources to construct a hopeful end for people who live in a hopeless world. With Christmass in the rearview mirror, what can we say but "Thanks be to God!"