This is a week late in coming. Sorry. Two things collided this last week.
Firstly, Hubster does not like movies. I do. Mostly I love to read, but I also like a good movie. A real, clean, caper movie hits high on my list of good stuff to watch. Oldies are golden and of course anything with John Wayne makes me laugh. Since having our kids, movies are basically impossible. We can't stay awake long enough to get through a complete video and if we do stay awake long enough to see the end, we reap a world of pain the next day. So short TV shows are the answer for this couple. Once a week my husband kindly watches something with me. We rent it on our computer from America and we watch away while eating popcorn and drinking ice water or perhaps an apple fizz.
We recently rented "The Bible" by the History Channel. This was a Huster hot pick (He owned the movies; Matthew and Acts dramatized, Les Miserables, and David~which he has yet to watch~ when we got married). We have watched the first episode. So far not bad.
Secondly, we did the stations of the cross. The first Station had us standing in a Garden around drops of blood looking at a cup full to the brim of yuckiness. It was a father, son project by some lovely Aussies. The eight-ish old son had made a cup full of monkey poop, bird poop and all sorts of other nastiness. He was delighted with his hard work. They did not tell us all that was inside at the very somber station but I heard later. As we stood around looking at the blood and hearing the words of Jesus imploring His Father to take the cup if there was another way, that Cup became very heavy in my heart.
Wrath in a cup. God's Wrath. Drunk to the dregs. Then we watched the story of Noah dramatized by the History Channel. I've always thought of Noah on a calm flat water line slowly going up and up while rain came down in sheets. I've never thought of awesome wild waves rushing and roaring in anger all around the floating zoo. Safe in the bosom of the boat, the great ark, the raft of safety revealing the plan of a coming Savior. Wrath in a mighty storm covering the earth in justice.
The cup got heavier. That wrath poured out on Christ was like that raging storm of God's wrath on all people except Noah and his family who were secure.
Wrath and love.
The love seems so much greater, so much mightier, when the wrath is looked at through the cup. Down to the dregs Jesus drank the wrath that should be mine. Down to the dregs.
Firstly, Hubster does not like movies. I do. Mostly I love to read, but I also like a good movie. A real, clean, caper movie hits high on my list of good stuff to watch. Oldies are golden and of course anything with John Wayne makes me laugh. Since having our kids, movies are basically impossible. We can't stay awake long enough to get through a complete video and if we do stay awake long enough to see the end, we reap a world of pain the next day. So short TV shows are the answer for this couple. Once a week my husband kindly watches something with me. We rent it on our computer from America and we watch away while eating popcorn and drinking ice water or perhaps an apple fizz.
We recently rented "The Bible" by the History Channel. This was a Huster hot pick (He owned the movies; Matthew and Acts dramatized, Les Miserables, and David~which he has yet to watch~ when we got married). We have watched the first episode. So far not bad.
Secondly, we did the stations of the cross. The first Station had us standing in a Garden around drops of blood looking at a cup full to the brim of yuckiness. It was a father, son project by some lovely Aussies. The eight-ish old son had made a cup full of monkey poop, bird poop and all sorts of other nastiness. He was delighted with his hard work. They did not tell us all that was inside at the very somber station but I heard later. As we stood around looking at the blood and hearing the words of Jesus imploring His Father to take the cup if there was another way, that Cup became very heavy in my heart.
Wrath in a cup. God's Wrath. Drunk to the dregs. Then we watched the story of Noah dramatized by the History Channel. I've always thought of Noah on a calm flat water line slowly going up and up while rain came down in sheets. I've never thought of awesome wild waves rushing and roaring in anger all around the floating zoo. Safe in the bosom of the boat, the great ark, the raft of safety revealing the plan of a coming Savior. Wrath in a mighty storm covering the earth in justice.
The cup got heavier. That wrath poured out on Christ was like that raging storm of God's wrath on all people except Noah and his family who were secure.
Wrath and love.
The love seems so much greater, so much mightier, when the wrath is looked at through the cup. Down to the dregs Jesus drank the wrath that should be mine. Down to the dregs.
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