Forged By Faith

2 Corinthians 5:21 NIV The unknown It’s oddly enough a place known now by all as Calvary whereupon a scene was shown of a life that had known nothing of what it was paying the price as if it had known plenty. No, Christ is He who knew no sin having not sinned and thus fallen not a step short of the glory of God. Rather our Savior is our Savior because He came from the Father to honor the same, a feat accomplished in God having chosen prior to make perfectly clear that Jesus was His Son and of Him was He pleased. Indeed, Christ came to live a perfect life, one so spotless that even His bloody end left only purity in its wake. But alas, for only those who live now the life they too hadn’t known before the cross became our home. Or at least it’s now the house of the only hope we have of what is that life that we’ve yet to live and thus yet to lose. It’s that life as is to be lived as all of life was at first intended. Forever. I mean, logic has to still have some basis in reality, even if...

Galatians 3:13 NIV Accursed Reckon that such is what we were, many still are and even more will remain. And that all because despite our attempts to pass the blame for the lives we’ve lived so vastly tied into the flame that burned against the Name, turns out there is no outrunning the years spent rigging the game against He who came in order to save from the same as we’d became. No, for God knows those who are His from amongst all of us who’ve lived as if we weren’t as was done within our ways as won against within the punishment of Christ. A punishment we should have endured in response to how we’ve wasted our lives. Simply because He didn’t. And sure, granted, He is the very Son of Heaven whereas we are all merely sons and daughters of our fellow heathens. But still, He accomplished more in His mere 30 or so than I ever have in my going on 38. In fact, looking back I see a wonderfully tragic mix of memories I hope to keep and mistakes I can’t manage to forget. And yet for a long tim...

Romans 5:18 NIV One act One choice. One chance. One change. One breath. One belief. One moment spent seeking not relief from whatever life has been allowed to have become but rather one asking only to experience the gravity of the monstrosity so as to, finally, hopefully do something about it that can affect it, effect it, impact it, move it, make it into something different. Indeed, what if we shared no longer in Adam’s one act chosen in a moment of disinterest or disregard, defiance either way, but rather in Christ’s audacity to trust one act with undoing all that had been done within the fall we’ve all found ever since that first sin? I dare say we cannot possibly begin to even start imagining what all might be different. Much less then how we might all be better. For alas, rather than living our lives as if the gravity of life might be made within a single moment, a lone choice we make, instead we make it up as we go along so that we never need feel bad or shallow or the sorrow of ...

Romans 5:19 NIV Undone As much is what the Son has done both for all of us but for only those who themselves are inclined as to their own lives entwined within His plan to unwind all we’ve elsewise sought to win within what’s been a life now both done in and yet undone thanks to faith having become what is a new life that we’ve not lived as is aimed in that One Way we’ve not gone. At least not far enough to know enough to measure up to our knowing with certainty what all we’re doing. Because as they didn’t then, nor do we now. For that is the great irony of humanity. It’s this self-assumed ideal in which our ideas are something akin to these self-perceived building blocks capable of breaking locks to what then remains a world we know entirely too much of having known already more than plenty of the same. Such is the way called our own. It’s merely an unrinsed repetition of pasts passed but sadly not away as they’re seen still in so many ways inside so many days in which we do so little...

Hebrews 5:9 NIV Into the fold Aimed into the fray of what then becomes a way spent forever behind the Way that came to save from the ways we’d gone in search for what we’d both found but never actually known. No, such is the sheerest gravity of every life as lived here in what remains for now a land so lost that most folks think themselves both found and thus capable of finding that which becomes only blinding and then binding unto what is in all truth a place we’re leaving behind. That’s why He went first. It’s because He alone knows the way in which life can be redeemed from what we’ve all insisted a scene seen for such sin that in Him we’ve shown no share. And I dare say that at our worst none of us would have ever really cared. For such is the cancer that all sin causes. It’s a completely caustic confusion that designs inside a delusion that denies any measure of every better that we could be so easily as simply turning around and daring deny ourselves even a lone something if even...