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Name: Josh
Location: Des Moines, Iowa, United States
Birthday: 2/14/1986
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Interests: God, music (all genres except the bad ones), writing, friends, family, drums, reading
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Monday, December 28, 2009

This is an excerpt from a movie review for The Passion of the Christ.  I felt the same way this man felt while watching this movie. 

"As I've contemplated this aspect of Jesus' life over the years, I've often wondered whether I had it in me to do anything even remotely as selfless. I've usually concluded that, if called upon to do so, I could indeed endure great physical pain for the sake of those I loved. I wouldn't look for opportunities, of course, and I would certainly blubber endlessly about the pain involved, but I've generally thought that I could be stoic and brave enough to suffer immensely if it were truly necessary.

But seeing Jesus' torment so vividly recreated -- the scourging, in particular -- made me rethink that position. I thought, "OK, here's an example: Could I endure THIS specific punishment if it would, say, save my mother's life?" And I was humbled to realize the answer was no -- not because I'm a coward, or because I don't love my mother, but because I was seeing, in graphic detail, the extreme level of sheer physical agony involved. It was no longer a nebulous, imaginary thing or a morbid "What if?" game. It was right there before me, projected in sound and color on a giant movie screen. I could barely endure the pain of watching someone else endure the pain -- and it was only an actor, and his pain wasn't real."

And that's just the physical part of it.  I can't even fathom how it felt for Christ to lose His connection with God.  I haven't felt much pain in life.  I haven't gone more than 2 or 3 days without eating.  I've never broken a major bone.  I've never had to have a major surgery, but the worst pain I have ever felt is heart break.  The tease of death is not as painful as the loss of love.  But Christ not only lost His Father.  They weren't pulled apart by death.  "About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"  God left Christ, at least that's what He thought.  Just the thought of my father leaving me, forsaking me, hurts so much.  How much more did it hurt for Christ when it really happened?  If Christ, who is infinitely Holy, took on sin, which is infinitely evil, then to my understanding it must have been infinitely painful. 


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

There's a woman that I work with who lost her son to Leukemia this year.  I didn't know her before she lost him, but every time I see her she is obviously angry.  I say obviously because she doesn't hold her anger back.  She releases it on a lot of people around her.  I don't know if she's angry because of her son, but I can definitely see that as the cause of it.  I'm sure anyone could.  Even if it's not the cause, I'm sure his passing doesn't help it.  She also just lost her husband to a heart attack within the past week or so.  Our hearts can only take so much without the peace and rest that comes from God.  God, as the king of all broken hearts, I ask that you mend hers.  Please pray for her.  She desperately needs it. 


Monday, May 18, 2009

 
I trust that God didn't create this animal, the coconut crab, to give me nightmares.  Next time you pick up your trash can from the street make sure there isn't a giant crab on the other side.


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Currently
Great Lives: David: A Man of Passion and Destiny
By Charles R. Swindoll
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What once was foreign has now become home.  What once was home has now become foreign.  A man cannot live with his heart split in two.  How can I call Earth home when I will only spend a couple seconds here compared to my eternal destination?  My God, You are truly amazing.  I constantly do and say and think the things You hate and yet not only do You send Your Son to transfer all the punishment for those crimes against You onto Him, but with that comes a doorway into Your Home. 

"The warden came up to me and asked 'Do you want these?' while holding the keys to my cell and His home."


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Don't Let Me Forget.

Lord, don't let me forget.  Make my heart beat sing back to me "Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ."  Don't let me forget.  When I walk down the road show me the shadow of a cross on the ground.  Don't let me forget.  Make every rhythm the pounding of a nail into a tree.  Don't let me forget.  Instead of the sun rising show me Your Son risen.  Don't let me forget.  When I take my last breath and walk through those gates show me The One who opened them for me.  Don't let me forget.  Not for a moment.  Not for one moment.  Ever.



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