I wonder how illegal it is to just turn off the road and drive through the grass until I find a road where cars can actually move.
This traffic is so ridiculous that I just got passed by a tractor.
The hardest part of Good Friday, I think, isn’t hearing and remembering and dwelling on all that Christ went through. It is remembering that He went through no more than what we deserved.
It’s a small segment of the Pentecostal movement that doesn’t affirm the Trinity. I’m not super knowledgable about them I’m afraid. Personally, I see the Trinity as such a mystery that I think God understands if we commit some heresies on it.
I have literally never heard of anyone not believing in the Trinity outside of my Jehovah’s Witness neighbors when I was 10.
I definitely understand that it’s confusing. I think I kinda just accepted the confusingness when I was young, and never stressed about it?
But it’s an important thing to me.
Like, the persons of the Trinity? Play a role in my life?
I just don’t see how they can do that? And say there’s no difference?
It’s probably because I’m tired and emotionally drained. But it’s really bothering me and making me sad.
I think they hold to a form of modalism (that is, God is one person, and the titles Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are really referring to different modes of His work). Anyway, it is true that God is willing to forgive all sins, but that doesn’t mean that heresies on more confusing topics are less heretical.
Imagine a battle between Sauron, the so-called Lord of the Rings, and J.R.R. Tolkien. One one side we have a great villain, of terrifying power and potential for evil. On the other side we have the author of the only story in which the villain has any degree of life. It’s a ridiculous match-up when imagined this way.
But that is not unlike the reality in which we are all caught up. The narrative of Holy Week reminds me that there is never a lack of drama in the story God has authored. We hold our breath on Good Friday, as Jesus breathes his last; we wonder what will happen next; we suspect all hope is lost. It is right, rational even, to wonder that. And yet the logic of God’s story requires that the hero God has destined for triumph rises up out of even the most hopeless of situations. His resurrection must take place — Jesus is always saying things “must take place.” Why? Because the story demands it. Nothing in the story — no person in the story — is able to derail the plot. Sauron does not dictate to Tolkien. Neither does Death dictate to God and his anointed hero.
Of course, the Christian story twists this metaphor, since the hero in the story happens to be co-Author of the story. As absurd as it is to imagine that I could die in my own novella, it is infinitely more absurd that the Creator could remain in the end subject to the conditions and claims of what he had created.
That’s the glorious logic of Easter. There is drama, and it is real drama. Reality-drama. But Jesus, Creator-become-creation, forewarns his followers that nothing is inevitable, nothing is sovereign, but God and his victory. “I lay down my life. And I take it up again. I have authority to do both.” Authorial authority.
I am about to go to bed with the knowledge that God has provided, significantly through the influence of my friend gloryfromdust, roughly half of the money we need in a matter of hours.
I don’t know how to properly express my gratitude.
I haven’t spoken much about this, mostly because I don’t like to, but we really need some prayer and maybe some help with this, so I’m putting it out there.
My job is commission-based, and the last couple weeks, it has fallen through pretty significantly. Basically, if I don’t find a way to make a sale tomorrow morning, I don’t get paid this coming week. And if I don’t get paid this coming week or find some other way to raise $500 quick, our car insurance lapses and we lose the car and hurt not only our credit but the credit of Carol’s mom who kindly co-signed for us when the old car’s engine blew and we had no other options. And, of course, if we lose this car, I lose my job. I can’t even do the job this coming week, anyway, as we don’t have the gas money for it.
We have been praying and trying and doing everything we can to make this work. I’m resuming my job search. I don’t know if I’m looking for a replacement or a supplement at this point. I guess we’ll see what I can find. In the meantime, though, I don’t know what we can do, and I’ve never felt as helpless as I do right now.