RE: [TruthTalk] Traditional Christian theology

[Debbie Sawczak]

[Debbie] Wow, John, this post of yours gave me goosebumps.

 

Imagine this; God creates mankind.   He wants this creation to love Him, to seek Him out, to prefer Him.  And He accomplishes  this by seeking us out, walking in the garden, talking to Abraham  --  planning his future,  making a military hero of Gideon,  appointing the Baptist,  correcting and calling Paul, lifting you up in your Messianic's ministry and helping me to understand Linda Shields.   And all along, He knows that this creation idea of His would impact  Himself as well as the whole of creation   --------------     He would, in our time, have to experience some things He had never had to experience:   learning how to walk and talk, saying "yes" when you as God on Earth thought it best to do something else ( "My time has not yet come"  verses "do it anyway"),  being tempted by someone you created,  dying  ! ! !,  putting your trust in the hands of another and waiting for the resurrection, supplied by Another.   All this and perhaps more  --    the Great God Almighty becoming like us, whom He created, so that we might become like Him.  Becoming like God.  Whoa.   It seems to me that becoming like God would demand His uncondiitional forgiveness as we stuggle to to become.   Think about it;  for US to be like HIM   --------------------   how off the mark would we be as we compare ourselves to this Great God Almighty?  Think of the viod that exists at the beginning or even the ending of this process.  Unmerited grace IS THE ONLY SOLUTION.   On a good day,   we are nothin like Him, right?   Nothing.   He had no choice but to simply say,   I forgive.  I am sorry, but if we do thus and so,  how close to Being Like God (Be ye perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect) are we?  And so the man says, we have sinned and continually fall short of His glory. 

Anyway  ---   sorry, I was really thinking out loud. 

Pastor John

[Debbie] 

Were the chief, the most stunning of sun-eyried eagles

to take up with drab and hapless crows—

shabby, small, squabbling with each other,

living by petty thievery

yet terrified of scarecrows, of straw men in fields—

and if he became a crow

and lived as their servant

wouldn’t that be a story!

Supposing they set on him, pecking with their beaks like chickens

and squawking, raucous:

Think you can change us? We’re happy like this.

Go back to your nest on your cliff in the sky 

Resume your wingspan

and fly where we won’t have to feel the sharp point of your loving.

Go on, soar high and don’t interfere.

Imagine if somehow, by dying a crow

at their hands,    

he made them all eagles,

and they never again feared a scarecrow

or farmer’s stones

or the clang of pie plates

and they viewed the fields from high on a mountain,

navigating the wind in the morning

and their call sent shivers of awe up the spine of the earth

and made all creatures listen.
 

And now, please nobody go trying to map my theology based on an extension or dissection of the above analogy...