8:21 thursday morning
on a thursday that feels like a friday he settles into his cube and recalls the scent of death.
hours before he sat weeping as divine mystery, cloaked in word and ritual, enveloped him.
the word provoked repentance and promised death.
the ritual imposed a sign of death and dispensed a taste of salvation.
longing for the sacrament received, he ignores the sacrament set before him.
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anna, thank you for stopping by. i share your habit of clicking through blogs at work and am glad that you found your way to mine. please be sure to check out the links of my friends as well.
b, you can speak for me anytime.
i would agree with everything pastor simkins said and add a further point. the apparent intent of sub-cultural Christianity is to buttress and build up the institution of church. While that purpose may be acceptable, it is not one that i necessarily share. from my perspective, the church should not be the object of ministry but the means of God's mission and the expression of His Kingdom in the world. thus, i tend to distance myself from expressions of sub-cultural christianity that focus on producing and consuming products that merely service our sub-cultural ghetto in order that I can invest myself in ministries that participate in Christ's mission the world (i.e., feeding the poor, advocating for the powerless, offering those who have not had the opportunity to hear and participate in the gospel). in essence, i don't give a damn about perpetuating christian culture. rather, my passion is to mobilize and participate in a church that is fully invested in Christ's mission to the world.
i am still working through these issues so i doubt they make any sense. moreover, my hypocrisy is readily apparent insofar as i spend the majority of my hours doing the very thing i abhor (i.e., servicing the ghetto). anyway, those are my thoughts for now.
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