What was on my brain yesterday..

We've become uncomfortably numb to the truth that our destination is the feet of the Holy Other-Than Trandecent Creator King of all Heaven and Earth...to make Him seem approachable as one who fits neatly into our lives, and we forget that His is the voice of thunder and lightning. Our comfort is unsettling. It is an uncomfortable comfort. We have bedsores. Our skin itches. From the inside. We know there is more to the story than just Christ, who is this God with this skin that we have gotten so chummy with. We speak easily of Jesus as our pal - our friend who comes to us on bended knee to wash feet and bring hugs - but we forget, with little difficulty, that it was God's justice, the necessity of His holiness, that brought death to give life. It is His holiness that required the shedding of blood, the losing of life, to be the only way to make things right. It was the turning of His back that darkened the sky as our Christ breathed finality. -David Crowder, Praise Habit

I gotta tell you guys, after this class it's hard to be the same. Hard to think the same. During services it's hard to not pick up on something that dosn't exactly coincide with what I've learned in class. It's hard to not want something more. Something that will quench my newly knowledged brain, something deep in the bible. It's hard when something I hear, not just at church or youth group, but anywhere, when I hear something that makes it sound like Jesus is this nicely, well-dressed, proper man for me not to want to smack them in the back of the head. Like when Crowder writes about God, "It was the turning of His back that darkened the sky as our Christ breathed finality," with the Phil Whickham's, "all creation felt the Father's broken heart.." I mean, in NO way do I think those two, deffinitly different, statements contridict themselves. I once heard someone say, "Jesus said and did things that made him be put on the cross." I never fully understood it until now. I believe God had to turn his back on Him that day. Could it be as he was turning his back tears crawled down his face? I believe so. Tears not only for His Son but for the Israelites. The Israelites that constantly throughout history had been turning their backs on Him. He'd do something great for them, they'd rejoice, then they'd turn their backs on Him once again. Now He had given the best gift that He could give them. And yet, they still turned their backs on Him.

My skin itches for something more.