I once heard a man say the reason he studies Christianity night and day is to help him through his past suffering and recover lost years from believing the bible to be nothing more than tales written by campfire nomads. Hmmm.
One may as well drink 5 bottles of Johnny Walker Red every day to remind him he is trying to recover from his past years wasted on an island with a bottle.
A leopard cannot remove his spots no matter how many times he goes through the car wash. The drunkard knows it is wrong, and the scripture ‘studier’ knows it is right. On this day we have come to know as Good Friday, we appreciate THAT death above deaths, that on that day, He who knew no sin was made sin, and on that day, nature took a silent but reverential bow as the whole earth was darkened; of course, the light of the world was going out.
And how great this darkness? We will not have this man to reign over us! Away with Him. Crucify Him. Of course God was not surprised, that the scriptures might be fulfilled, marking fully true that by wicked hands the son of God was taken to Golgotha’s central tree, yet touching not the responsibility of man’s decadence, a crime mind you above all others, yet God is not only ready, but available to forgive and forget, and more so, to justify the ungodly. How great thou art.
And people find fault with God why? Then there is the three days later, same man, same promises, same good word, same good and Faithful Lord of all, Lord of the living and the dead, Lord of heaven and earth.
How true is God’s word, that the scriptures are both a savour of life unto life, and a savour of death unto death. We who believe find them sweet and precious, while the disciples of unbelief find them repulsive and odious.
Bless God all ye who praise Him, and may He collect our shouts unto His own glory.
(and what is usually the weather the day after a massive storm? Joy cometh in the morning)