Showing posts with label messiah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label messiah. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2014

Pentecost Reflecting: This Peter; This Crowd; This Jesus


This Peter 
So unlike the Peter of even yesterday . . . 
Hiding in a room safe from the crowds . . . 
Waiting for he knew not what . . . 
Now filled with such power that the crowd is stilled before his words . . . 
Powerful Peter . . . 
but even Peter does not stand alone . . . 
The eleven are with him . . . at his side . . . 
There are no cowboys in God’s kingdom 
Not even This Peter. . .  quoter of prophets . . . 
Himself now a prophet of the Most High . . . 
This Peter who cowered and ran from the crowds now seeks their attention . .  Demands their listening ears . . . 
And he reminds them of what they already know . . . 
A day will come . . . 
A day when God’s Spirit will be poured out on all flesh . . . 
On everybody . . . 
Even those with umbrellas . . . 
On that day, boys and girls, will be prophets
and teenagers will have visions
and old folks will have dreams
and even the poorest of the poor . . . 
the nothings and nobodies
will have prophecies to tell . . . 
And creation itself will be a prophet of God . . .
Bringing signs and wonders of things to come . . . 
And everybody that calls out to God . . . 
Will . . . be . . . rescued . . . 
What has been promised is no longer a tomorrow-thing . . . 
it’s a here-and-now thing . . . 
And this Peter is the first one to tell of it . . . 
he will not be the last . . . 
But he is the first . . . 
And the crowd listened . . . at least some of them . . . 

This Crowd 
people from all over the known world of the time . . . 
Listened and heard
Each in their own language 
it was impossible 
yet it happened
God’s attention-getters are always humdingers . . . 
Yet understanding the words did not breed true understanding in everyone . . 
For some, it was enough, this hearing in their own language . . .
For others, one suspects, nothing would ever be enough . . .
The old saying, ‘seeing is believing’ gets turned on its head . . . 
And suddenly . . . 
Believing is seeing . . . 
And so we’re left to wonder . . . 
Did those who sneered understand?
Or did they only hear nonsense noise?
This Peter . . . 
This crowd . . . 
This Jesus . . . 

This Jesus 
This Jesus whom you crucified . . . 
He’s the One . . . Messiah . . . Anointed One . . . 
Doer of miracles . . . 
Crucified and killed by his own flesh . . . 
Raised up from the dead by God
Foretold by David and Joel, and people of old . . .
This Jesus . . . 
God’s promise . . . 
Exalted at God’s right hand – the spot of honor . . . 
God has made him Lord and Messiah . . . 
This one you crucified . . . 
This Jesus . . .  He is the One . . . 
The crowd in Peter’s day believed a Messiah would come . . . 
Most just didn’t believe it was Jesus . . . 
In our day it’s the opposite . . . 
Most, even Christians, believe Jesus came . . . 
We just don’t believe much in Messiahs anymore . . . 
I wonder . . . 
Do we know the Messiah when we hear him?
Or do we just think it’s the wind?

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Cantos Musing Muse ’Mused

Life is my canto
this but a pause
in a moment
of a life as lived
too short to count
as canto, I find
I can’t surrender
the cant and it
doth make me smile

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It is the moment-upon us
Christmas coming Advent
waiting almost over now
time, this Eve of Christ’s
Mass – body brought
of course it will be broken
it is the way of bodies
this deconstruction of the
certain thing, the finite thing –
it will not – for it cannot – last

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Mary moves
          from girlhood to womanhood
          from naivete to wisdom
          from mother of a boy to mother of the world

Where, oh where, are the paintings of dancing Mary?

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Image for depression – the sink hole –
we fill and fill and fill and is never,
because it cannot be, enough to fill
the hole, for the hole is endless . . .
what to do with that?  Is it really endless
or does it just seem so?  Does it matter
when we’re feeling, living in, the hole?
I suspect not.  But what to do?
I wish I knew
for there are many – too many –
so filled with sadness there seems
no room – like Motel 6 already
booked to the brim – for anything
else and the sadness of the sad
breaks my heart if not me

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The depression of not having enough is one thing
of (the fear of) not being enough is quite another

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Those living in the time of fulfillment
have no need of hope,
they are living the thing hoped for
Hope is for the needful
we think here on earthscape
it good to be full
but full of need?
Aren’t we breathing all
all in need of a next breath?
Who will provide that?
Hope

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It is not cowardly to die,
but it is incredibly brave to live

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Messiahs do not come in good times
for we have no need of saving
when things go well

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Children are our greatest joy and our greatest sorrow . . .
and so it is the fervent prayer, spoken or unspoken . . .
known or unknown . . . of every parent of every child . . .
please, please, please, let my child outlive me . . .
born to die, please do not make me bear witness . . .

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These, then, are the thoughts of an old woman
on a particular day of advent on a particular year
on a particular planet . . . oh, how lucky,
how blessed, are we, to bear witness to their birth,
these children of the world we abuse so easily . . .
how cursed are we that they too will die. . .
and in the meantime, blessed or cursed . . .
therein is the pilgrimage sometimes of our own making. . .
sometimes not . . . and its name is joy.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Virtual Advent – Week 2

A NOTE TO THE GENTLE READER:  We didn’t have church today because of predicted ice storms.  So rather than posting a short summary as usual, I’m putting up the entire scripture texts and sermon, which would have been given in different sections throughout the service, so feel free to take a break, get a soda, and settle in – it’s a long one.

The 1st Reading 

Isaiah 11.1-9 (The Message):   A green Shoot will sprout from Jesse’s stump, from his roots a budding Branch.  The life-giving Spirit of God will hover over him, the Spirit that brings wisdom and understanding, The Spirit that gives direction and builds strength, the Spirit that instills knowledge and Fear-of-God.  Fear-of-God will be all his joy and delight.  He won’t judge by appearances, won’t decide on the basis of hearsay.  He’ll judge the needy by what is right, render decisions on earth’s poor with justice.  His words will bring everyone to awed attention.  A mere breath from his lips will topple the wicked.  Each morning he’ll pull on sturdy work clothes and boots, and build righteousness and faithfulness in the land.

The wolf will romp with the lamb, the leopard sleep with the kid.  Calf and lion will eat from the same trough, and a little child will tend* them.  Cow and bear will graze the same pasture, their calves and cubs grow up together, and the lion eat straw like the ox.  The nursing child will crawl over rattlesnake dens, the toddler stick his hand down the hole of a serpent.  Neither animal nor human will hurt or kill on my holy mountain.  The whole earth will be brimming with knowing God-Alive, a living knowledge of God ocean-deep, ocean-wide.

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*tend is usually translated as ‘lead’, but I like tend – how about you?

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The Sermon:  A Little Child Shall Lead Them

A woman preaching to some folks in a nursing home was startled by the interruption of one of the residents, who shouted out in the middle of the sermon, “I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS!!!”

Don’t we all.

In our passage today, mine begin with what will this guy that will have the Spirit of God hovering over him be like?  And more importantly, how will the particular gifts of the Spirit he has be helpful?  Isaiah tells us the Spirit will bring him: “wisdom and understanding”, “counsel and might” and “knowledge and fear of the Lord”.  Okay, so he’ll be really smart, able to do things with his hands and he’ll be a godly person.

But so what?  And so what if he comes from David’s family, which is what we’re meant to know with all the talk about shoots and stumps . . . that Jesse, David’s dad, will be this guy’s great . . . great . . . great . . . grandfather.  But again, so what?

Maybe poetess J. Janda gets it a little better for me when she writes . . .

the Father
in the Spirit
with Christ—
he began the
Compañia de Jesús

knowing wood
when
cut will grow

green again and
sprout
wood hath hope 

Wood hath hope.  I like that.  It helps me to remember that even when things seem darkest, even when suffering abounds, there is hope, for even tree stumps can show us signs of new life.

But I’ve still got questions.

I’m a peacenik and the next thing I read from brother Isaiah, who is, after all, a prophet of God, is that this guy who’s coming who knows when, who knows where, will be a righteous judge and the bad guys are really gonna get it, so look out . . . his very breath will kill them.  Sounds more like a video game than a king or president or savior to me.  And he doesn’t sound very peaceable either.

But wait . . . this king, this judge, will be fair to the meek and just to the poor . . . judgment isn’t all bad news after all . . . and that’s easy for me to forget . . . God does judge . . . and God’s judgment is good news for lots and lots of people . . . for there are many people in our world, far too many, who suffer injustice at the hands of their fellow human beings . . . Isaiah promises them that their unjust suffering will end and fairness will return to them. . . and there’s fair warning for the wickedness in us . . . it’s a pretty simple message, really . . . just . . . don’t . . . be . . . wicked . . . cut it out!  Stop it!  Such behavior is not acceptable. . . God could not be more clear . . .

So okay . . . I get it . . . the guy who’s coming has an important family tree and he’ll show us signs of new life just by his coming . . . and he’ll be fair, which is a warning as well as a promise . . .

But I’ve still got questions . . .

Because now we come to Isaiah’s promise of The Peaceable Kingdom . . . the place where lions and tigers and bears . . . o my!  hang out with little kids and babies and everybody gets along just fine . . .

Yeah . . . right . . .

This has got to be heaven, right?  For it sure isn’t earth, is it?  Jesus already came a long time ago . . . And so far, I don’t know too many parents letting their kids hang out in the rattlesnake den . . . and if they do, well look out, it’s time to call Social Services.

Yeah . . . it’s got to be heaven . . . because it sure isn’t here and it sure isn’t now . . . or is it?

Maybe the key to the whole thing is right there, smack dab in the middle of the passage, just waiting for us to notice . . . and a little child shall lead (tend) them . . .

Well, what do you know?  I’m betting that’s Jesus . . .

But I’ve still got questions . . .

The shoot from the stump of the family tree reassures us that Jesus has the street cred he needs and gives us a word of hope . . . Jesus coming as a judge is good news because there are lots of people crying out that it just ain’t fair and he is the king of fair . . . and Jesus promises me a heaven of peace, where I will always be safe . . .

But to get there, I’m going to be led by a child?  Even if we see this passage as telling us about Jesus, we understand Jesus’ leadership to heaven to come when Jesus is a man, a man hanging from a cross . . . so what’s this about a child leading us?

In the Hebrew Lexicon, the word for ‘lead’ has the sense of driving, as in a flock of sheep . . . Isaiah is telling us that a little child will be our shepherd, which is not as far-fetched as it sounds . . . in the Middle East even today, shepherds are often young boys . . .

So I can understand that a child might lead the sheep . . . but if I am to be considered a sheep, I’d better have some better understanding before I follow some kid . . .

Well, what are the attributes of a child?  What is a child like?

Always hoping for more . . .

Live in a world of wonder and surprise . . .

Live in the moment

Keeps it simple

Knows to stay together

Trusts . . . everybody, whether they deserve it or not

Loves . . .  foolishly, joyously, freely

Doesn’t know to be afraid of animals

And a child banishes fear

A child banishes fear?  Really?  Well, think about it . . . 13th century theologian and mystic Meister Eckhart said this about a child’s ability to banish fear from the heart of an adult . . .
If I were alone in a desert and feeling afraid, I would want a child to be with me.  For then my fear would disappear and I would be made strong. . .
In a child’s weakness is my strength . . .

And when it comes to joy, journalist Ellen Ratner says this about children:
I have traveled the world over to know this one truth: There is no force of nature as powerful as the joy of a child. Children have the gift of being able to laugh and play through war, economic despair, natural disaster, disease and hunger. Their magical power to transform their environment has been recorded for thousands of years. As Isaiah 11:6 prophesied, "... and a little child shall lead them."
One of my own most precious memories is of a time when I had not seen a friend for a while and when she let her 5-year-old daughter out of the car, Ali came running up, calling my name, and jumped into my arms, in sheer delight just to see me . . . that, my friends, is what the welcome of God into the Peaceable Kingdom of God’s love is like . . . God is so happy to see us . . . that God jumps into our waiting arms, if we will but open them . . .

And a little child shall lead them . . .

The tending of a little child comes with a spirit filled with wonder and openness and love and joy, but perhaps it also comes with a reminder of the responsibility for the little children as well.

The Hopi Nation has a custom when it comes to any action contemplated by a member of the tribe that will affect the others.  It is called the Medicine Wheel.

The whole community sits around a circle called a Medicine Wheel.  Around that wheel are representatives of all the different aspects of the community. . .  the fool. . . the hunter. . . the creator. . . the shaman, the politician, etc.  And in the center of the circle is the children’s fire.  Next to the children’s fire sit the grandfather and grandmother.
. . . you have to enter the Medicine Wheel [asking permission for a proposed action in the form of a question, which the fool reshapes into a different question about the impact of the action on the community].  You then have to take the fool’s question . . . to everyone around the Medicine Wheel.  Each will respond . . . according to their position in the community.
The last people you must ask the question to are the grandmother and grandfather who guard the children’s fire.  If these two decide that the request is not good for the children’s fire, then the answer is ‘no’.  They are the only ones in the circle who have veto power.
The concept of the ultimate question is simple.  Does it hurt or help the children’s fire?*
Should not all our leadings in this life begin with the question of whether it will hurt or help the children’s fire?

In The Peaceable Kingdom there can be no room for putting out the fire of a child.  It would be well with us to be led by such simple truth.

I still have lots of questions . . . and I’m not entirely sure what it means to say that a little child will lead us.

But I do know that God calls into our hearts to be open to divine surprises.  God calls us to seek God as fervently as God seeks us, for God’s final word in our Isaiah text is the promise of the knowledge of God.  The question remains for us, not ‘will we find the God we seek’, but rather, will we seek the God we’re bound to find?

An experienced rabbi was once asked why so few people were finding God. He replied that people were not willing to look that low.

May we, now and always, in living out God’s peaceable kingdom in the here and the now, always and ever be looking so low.

Amen.

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*As heard from the elders of the Hopi Nation, quoted in Kathleen A. Guy, Welcome the Child.

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The 2nd Reading

Romans 15.1-12 (The Message): Those of us who are strong and able in the faith need to step in and lend a hand to those who falter, and not just do what is most convenient for us. Strength is for service, not status. Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, “How can I help?”

That’s exactly what Jesus did. He didn’t make it easy for himself by avoiding people’s troubles, but waded right in and helped out. “I took on the troubles of the troubled,” is the way Scripture puts it. Even if it was written in Scripture long ago, you can be sure it’s written for us. God wants the combination of his steady, constant calling and warm, personal counsel in Scripture to come to characterize us, keeping us alert for whatever he will do next. May our dependably steady and warmly personal God develop maturity in you so that you get along with each other as well as Jesus gets along with us all. Then we’ll be a choir—not our voices only, but our very lives singing in harmony in a stunning anthem to the God and Father of our Master Jesus!

So reach out and welcome one another to God’s glory. Jesus did it; now you do it! Jesus, staying true to God’s purposes, reached out in a special way to the Jewish insiders so that the old ancestral promises would come true for them. As a result, the non-Jewish outsiders have been able to experience mercy and to show appreciation to God. Just think of all the Scriptures that will come true in what we do! For instance:

Then I’ll join outsiders in a hymn-sing;
I’ll sing to your name!

And this one:

Outsiders and insiders, rejoice together!

And again:

People of all nations, celebrate God!
All colors and races, give hearty praise!

And Isaiah’s word:

There’s the root of our ancestor Jesse,
    breaking through the earth and growing tree tall,
Tall enough for everyone everywhere to see and take hope!

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The Offering*:  Pilgrimaging Towards Peace

. . . letting our very lives sing in harmony to God . . . that’s how Paul envisions the peaceable kingdom of the here and the now . . . as something brought into being out of the motivations God plants within us that we are moved to share with others on their behalf.

The peaceable kingdom doesn’t come by wishing . . . it comes by working.

Born not of our desires or our beliefs or even our efforts, the peaceable kingdom of the here and the now, born in the imagining of God, nevertheless does not come into its fullness without us.

Why God should entrust us with such as this, I cannot say.  We hardly seem up to, let alone worthy, of the task.  Yet it is our task.

Thus will it never do for a follower of The Way to succumb to despair or the mute acceptance, “thus it has ever been, thus it shall ever be” when it comes to such things as war and violence and poverty and injustice.

Before the peaceable kingdom comes, we must (1) believe it is possible; (2) work to make it so; and (3) journey towards it.

Advent waiting is a crucial time in our church calendar for the remembering of the Father’s business we’re to always be about.  Waiting is not doing nothing.  Waiting is the preparing time. . . the making ready time . . . the wisdom-seeking time . . . the I-don’t-know-everything time . . . the running-to-greet time . . .

Henri Nouwen, in his book The Prodigal Son makes a crucial spiritual observation: as we grow into our faith, the time must come when we move from being either brother to doing . . . to acting . . . to being . . . the Father.  Yes, he proclaims, we are to step into the role of God and do the work of caring and waiting for the world.

Thus do we pray as we enter the Feast of Kept Promises and render up the offering of our very selves to the
God who gave us a life destined, pointed, aimed,
towards peace, always imagining that it can be so because God desires that it be so, never despairing, always proclaiming, never succumbing, always persevering in the race set before us.

We pilgrim people were never intended to sit still, to remain motionless like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights frozen by fear.

We pilgrim people were made to be on the move, always with a destination in mind yet never forgetting that the journey is all.  For if heaven is our destination, however we may imagine it, how can we not live as if we’re already there, already worthy for such a journey?  We cannot.  We must not.

Let us then rededicate ourselves to the work of peace . . . to the examination of our own lives to discern where we fall short . . . to the hard work of forgiveness where forgiving needs doing . . . to insisting on justice for everyone, for without justice, how can there be peace? . . . to refusing to settle for anything less than the fulfillment of God’s design as worthy of our work . . . to believing that with God, all things, even peace, are possible and living accordingly . . . to insist on truth-telling when it comes to our own actions, whether as individuals or as a nation that we may know where we have fallen short . . . to love in all things at all times just as we are and have been and will be loved in all things and at all times . . . to act as if the Gospel is our reality, because it is.

Amen.





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*In our services, we call the offering ‘The Feast of Kept Promises’ from Psalm 50.14 (The Message): “Spread for me a banquet of praise, serve High God a feast of kept promises.” – a wonderful image of the process of offering.

Monday, January 28, 2013

When It Comes to Banning Guns, What Would Jesus Say?


The truth is I have no idea.  Neither do you.  And the real question is not what Jesus would say or do.  The real question for a Christian is what would Jesus have me do?

It’s always at least a bit cheeky to presume to speak for The One.  That being said, and with (I hope) a big dose of humility, here goes:

1. He would have me listen.  Have you noticed what a great listener Jesus was?  Even with folks who didn’t (seem to) have much to say, Jesus listened.  And he heard.  To hear by listening requires stillness of spirit and mind, the ability to hear with an interior ear that discerns beyond the spoken to the intended.  No one tops Jesus on this, but we are all called, I think, to listen to others – especially, perhaps, to those who care about us least, who understand us least.  Even his words often seem intended not to be The Final Word, but rather to spur the conversation, the engagement, to newer, greater depths of meaning.

2. He would have me take him seriously.  John Calvin held to the notion that a person could even be killed in love.  I think he was wrong.  I think John Calvin, who, at least arguably, took Jesus seriously every waking minute of his life, got it wrong precisely because he failed to take Jesus seriously when it comes to the notion of the parameters of ‘discipline’.  Maybe Calvin chose Paul over Jesus.  But anytime we look at a human being as a disease, we’ve failed fundamentally to believe in the amazing and transformative power of the Risen Christ.   In the spiritual sense of the world, I have no need of protection from you, for you cannot do me lasting harm.  Of course you can hurt me.  But that is not the same as lasting harm.  If I take Jesus at his Word, I am not saved, but safe, from all comers.

3. In whatever context I make a choice, Jesus would have me choose wisely.  That is not always easy.  Nor is it obvious.  Wisdom requires a depth of understanding of all possible attendant consequences.  I seldom, if ever, am in a position to have such powers of observation and discernment.  Yet I am obligated to try.  I am obligated to ask, to seek, to knock at the door of the very heart of God to seek out understanding and become wise, wise in the knowing of God’s providing sufficiency.  Does this mean I am to reenact the posture of the domesticated turkey and simply open my mouth skyward out of a silly belief that God will magically drop food into my waiting mouth?  Of course not.  But I suspect it does mean that I am to take God’s promised providing seriously.  I am to take God’s purpose for my existence seriously.  Was I put on earth to assure that my vision of the nation-state of the US of A prevail?  Or was I put here for something far bigger?

4. I must always examine and reexamine my ‘sacred cows’ to assure that I do not make an idol of my own opinions.  I must perpetually resist the temptation to put my thoughts into God’s mouth, to make myself and my way my God.  I must be humble.  Perhaps that begins with #1 – I must practice being a listener.

5. If I would know what Jesus would do, I might do well to examine what Jesus actually did.  Jesus came wielding not the instrumentalities of death, but the instrumentalities of life.  It was risky, even dangerous.  And the tyranny of the state was the ultimate danger to Jesus.  He did not take Rome lightly.  Rome, I think, was merely beside the point Jesus’ own life and death was making.  Tyrannies know well what to do with force; they simply meet it with a force greater than.  That’s how tyrannies succeed.  Where tyrannies cannot compete is in the arena of ideas whose holders will sacrifice all to live out.

6. The radical proclamation of care for ‘the least of these’ was more than a bumper sticker.  The weak, the vulnerable, the unloveable, were and are Jesus’ table guests, his asylum seekers, his refugees, his beloved.  Thus are they to be mine when I am the strong.

7. Jesus was a Messiah of the now as much as of the not yet.  Repeatedly, Jesus deals with the person before him without regard to any thought to the ‘greater good’.  All I know to take from this is the notion that the greater good is standing right before me.  Perhaps this is as simple as understanding that tomorrow is guaranteed to no one.  Maybe it’s remembering that Jesus himself was killed out of the (misplaced) belief that his death could secure the protection of a nation from its tyrannical ruler.  Maybe it is in understanding that the proverbial terrorist with the nuke (the hypothetical justification for torture) in the right now of life is as important to God as the theoretical (as yet unrealized) harm he would do.

8. A godly life is a life of sacrifice.  At the launch of Sandy Hook Promise, one of the parents posed the question (I paraphrase): what wouldn’t we do for our children?  We inhabit a culture that teaches all around us that force and might are the solutions to our problems.  In this sense, we have become our own greatest enemy when it comes to violence.  One of the few things I hear in the many debates on all sides of the gun violence question is the challenge for us to change, to change fundamentally, as a people.  As hard as it might be to either arm or disarm, it is so much harder to do the work of change.  But do not the claims of so many lives challenge us to become something different – something that does not incubate and nurture violence as a problem-solving technique?

If I become the peace I wish to see in the world; if I do that work, the answers to things like gun control and how to create a safer world, will, I suspect, follow.  The question is whether I am, whether we are, willing to do the work.  I hope so.

Friday, December 16, 2011

A Suitable Messiah


Whatever else is true, it is emphatically not true that the ideas of Jesus of Nazareth were suitable to his time, but are no longer suitable to our time. Exactly how suitable they were to his time is perhaps suggested in the end of his story.                         –G. K. Chesterton

I am in search of a suitable Messiah . . . one who will come when I call . . . who will be strong . . . one whose omnipotence shows in ways I can measure . . . whose omnipresence is obvious by the changes wrought in the world . . . one whose omniscience prevents every bad thing before the badness even has a chance to grow from budding thought to flowering full-bloom evil . . .

I am in search of a suitable Messiah . . . strong, sure, purposeful, direct, clear and clearly in charge . . .

I am in search of a suitable Messiah . . . not a dependent, crying, needful baby . . . not a god who grows . . . not a savior who needs me to do the saving . . .

I am in search of a suitable Messiah . . . and this baby Jesus in the manger simply will not do!

A messiah who needs rescuing is an oxymoron.

Such a messiah isn’t suitable at all.