3 April 2021

Adam had a bunch of things that were to go up on Friday, but he was being hacked again. We are in Central Otago, where the distractions of the day appeared to be a car show and a rugby game. We went for a meal with the family at the local pub and the game was on, the crowd yelling.

There was nothing about disicpline, or grief or mourning. For Christ died for us. I agree with Adam, we need to pray.

Didact, who is a good brother in the Church Militant, notes this:

Even those who do not share our faith can see and understand that the world has gone seriously wrong. The power of evil seemingly expands every single day. Not one of us is immune to its allure and strength – and it is a hideous strength.
Nearly two thousand years ago, that evil achieved its seeming apotheosis over all of Mankind. Under its influence, and due to our own blind stupidity, we murdered the man, who is God. His fellow Jews, who committed that act, freely took upon themselves and their children the blood-guilt of murdering an innocent man.
“And the earth shook, and the rocks were split”
The magnitude of that crime was such that Nature herself recoiled. Historical records from around the world – not merely the Levant or the Mediterranean powers – show at the very least a remarkable confluence of events. The world shrank into darkness, and terrible natural disasters wracked the Earth. And who could be surprised? After all, we received the greatest gift of all time, given to us by the Father’s hand – and we spat upon Him, cursed Him, reviled Him, and killed Him.
And yet… three days alter, Our Lord walked among us once more.
Unbelievers will find these things nearly impossible to accept. I understand completely. I used to be one of them. The idea that a man could rise from the dead and walk among us is INSANE. But, if that man is also God, then the story makes perfect sense. Every aspect of the story of Jesus Christ – the greatest story ever told – makes sense.

It is clearly given to us that while he was in the grave Christ did descend to hell and preached the gospel to the generations who had preceded him into the grave.

And, though we are bruised and battered, the steadfast love of the LORD remains.

Lamentations 3:19-24
19 Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
the wormwood and the gall!
20 My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
21 But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”

1 Peter 4:1-8
4 Since therefore Christ suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves with the same way of thinking, for whoever has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin, 2 so as to live for the rest of the time in the flesh no longer for human passions but for the will of God. 3 For the time that is past suffices for doing what the Gentiles want to do, living in sensuality, passions, drunkenness, orgies, drinking parties, and lawless idolatry. 4 With respect to this they are surprised when you do not join them in the same flood of debauchery, and they malign you; 5 but they will give account to him who is ready to judge the living and the dead. 6 For this is why the gospel was preached even to those who are dead, that though judged in the flesh the way people are, they might live in the spirit the way God does.
7 The end of all things is at hand; therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers. 8 Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.

One of the things that happened last year is that we had one of the older generation stay with us for weeks. This is well over the half life of a family visit in NZ. Kiwis are fairly solitary and tend to introversion: we find the cheerleading extrovert culture of the USA uncomfortable and odd.

We need to be commanded to meet, and we forget what love is. Love is doing that which is for the other’s best interests when you don’t want to. It is changing nappies. It is fronting up to services when God is remote. This world does not want us to meet at all.. It is as if they are afraid we may find some way out of the homes we have made jails.

Perhaps us in the distant antipodes can show a way forward.

A drizzly morning did not deter Mosgiel’s church communities from joining together for a Walk of the Cross yesterday.
Beginning at St Luke’s Anglican Church, in Gordon Rd, at 8.45am, the cross was carried by a group of about 30 people to Holy Cross Catholic Church, in Church St.
Celebration Church pastor Nathan Shaw said deciding whether to go ahead with the longstanding tradition in the rain was easy.
“We do this because Jesus died a cruel death 2000 years ago — you can’t compare what Jesus did.
“The price he paid and the suffering he went through to die on the cross.
“Rain or sun, we want to make it clear to everybody that what Jesus did was something we want to honour.”
The wooden cross arrived at St Mary’s Catholic Church about 10am, and those carrying it moved inside for a Good Friday service, which was attended by about 200 people.
Walks of the Cross were also held across Dunedin yesterday, including in Mornington, when the cross was carried from the Catholic Church to the Presbyterian Church then the Methodist Church and on to the final stop at St Mary’s Anglican Church.
The re-enactment symbolises Christ’s carrying of the cross to the site of his crucifixion, which Christians mark on Good Friday. They believe he rose again on the third day.

The reporter got it wrong. The evidence of Christ’s resurrection is overwhelming. We do not believe. We know.