What We Do
When & Where?
On (MARCH 30, 2018) In the pause of prepare for Passover, I found “On Your Mind” (Awe Chris Stewart) my Pesach passage. Blood stained brow. Bride on your mind. Love spilled out. Sown in the ground. Lungs fought for life, as your heart slowed down. I was on your mind in your darkest hour. Even then, I was on your mind. The world fell apart that night and you were there. Judgement came for me that night and you met it there. This. This moment. Not a simple trade at a rugged tree. Not just brokered blood, bound for debt. For ‘on’ is more than a layered transparency that allows what is at the surface to be seen. So much more than tattooed skin, etched with our excess. A more dire degree than dust swept away with broken breath. For it was not our sin that was applied, but our selves. A people seizing salvation, without the knowing of our need. We, not upon His skin, but beneath it.
He could not simply accept our sin upon Him. Our anchored Advocate had to become the scandal. Had to be with us at its very inception. At the crest of of crime.He Needed to be at sin’s surface. At the origin of our offense. A participant as if it was His wrong, because we are His right. In order to never be separated, He was God with us, even then. We, the wretched we, filled every sense of Him. He saw, smelled, tasted and felt weighted into Him; the shame, the remorse, the resist, the regret. Invaded to His entirety, He clung. To us. Our...
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