The Whores All Seem to Love Him

October 24, 2009 | By Mark | 1 Comment

The whores all seem to love Him
And the drunks propose a toast
And they say, “Surely God is with us.
Well, surely God is with us.”
They say, “Surely God is with us today!”
– Rich Mullins

I have to wonder what his initial reaction was early that resurrection morning. I venture to say that he and all of heaven was pumped. How do you contain yourself after being reunited with your most prized possession? If there is much rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents, how much more rejoicing must there have been over the one righteous man going out to save all those whores and drunkards?

When the disciples recognized him, they jumped out of the boat and swam toward him. Meanwhile, Jesus seemingly played it cool on the shoreline. Still, I bet that deep inside he wanted to jump into (or run across) the water to meet them. It was for the joy set before him that he had endured the cross. Finally, it was finished. See? He was, is, and continues to make all things new.

I have to think that there was something of a grin that came upon his face early on that third day. Any kind of victory is cause for celebration. And, as He sat there in that tomb having just defeated death, I imagine that his smile combined with something of a fist pump.

Good had triumphed over evil. The soiled were provided a way to be made clean.

Luke 15:10, Hebrews 12:2, Revelation 21:5, John 19:30

Category: Musings

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April T. says:

October 24, 2009 at 11:33 pm

woo hoo! Hallelujah! There may have even been a leap up in the air with that fist pump! 🙂

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In other words, though I experienced death, I also experienced life in ways that I never thought possible before – not after the darkness, as we might suppose, but in the darkness. I did not go through pain and come out the other side; instead, I lived in it and found within that pain the grace to survive and eventually grow. I did not get over the loss of my loved ones; rather, I absorbed the loss into my life, like soil receives decaying matter, until it became a part of who I am. Sorrow took up permanent residence in my soul and enlarged it. I learned gradually that the deeper we plunge into suffering, the deeper we can enter a new, and different, life – a life no worse than before and sometimes better. A willingness to face the loss and to enter into the darkness is the first step we must take. Like all first steps, it is probably the most difficult and takes the most time.

– Gerald L. Sittser, loser of his mother, wife and daughter in a car accident with a drunken driven. Taken from his book: A Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows Through Loss.

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