Exodus – Easter::Holy Week

rehoper.wordpress.com  over the Easter weekend will be worthy of attention…

I was reading today in Hebrews that God is the God who brought the Israelites out of Egpyt and because of Jesus’ coming to earth to die, God promised a new freedom, a new rescue based on more than the pyhsical. rather than the daily manna(bread) in the desert, he sent Jesus to be the bread of life

Holy Week… by its name means a week ’set apart’ for something higher, something other.  God is Holy, so much higher than us, but i’m getting to understand the importance of acknowledging it, and that i too need to live a Holy life… one set apart for God…  not just a week’s worth, but a life’s worth of living for something greater than me: God.

In Hebrews 8, it’s quoting a promise from the OT, i love that God’s promises are still good after hundreds of years from Jeremiah to Hebrews…God says he will now write his laws on our hearts and minds so that we know him, know how to please him… this is freedom, is rescue… this is the better way that God established after Jesus’ ultimate peace-making sacrifice and gift of the perfect life.

i know i don’t have the perfect life, and i’m not the perfect living thing…still i’m thinking about freedom.  i wrote previously that Lent is about love.  i don’t disagree at all, i just want to add that Easter is about freedom.  it’s where Jesus’ obedience means our slavery meets freedom.  God’s wrath meets mercy. death meets life.

so, in essence, because of this freedom  we are redeemed from the slavery that entangles, we are taken out, a way is made through the choppy, red waters and we walk with God if we will believe… walking in freedom (like the Exodus) talk about Promises being good for hundreds of years… from Exodus till today!
I can walk at liberty because I know God has rescued me (us) out of darkness into LIGHT and shown me (us) how to live.

God’s way from Exodus, was realised at Easter and is remembered and fulfilled in us this Holy Week.. that’s a long journey… that’s a long walk in liberty-making… but God’s the same promise-fulfiller yesterday, today, forever

i heard from my pastor this week how God could’ve made us like the Squash that mature in around 6 months, but that He chooses to grow us like the intricate, rooted, firmly established oaks that grow for a century.  this too is a long journey.. you might be tempted to ‘give.up.time’,  but from the seed is a promise of a fully fledged tree, you just have to wait and see, it will come good.  God’s Exodus for the Jews was a shadow, and it’s good to know the one who made the shadow- Jesus: light and reality… Hallelujah )

enjoy this Easter

grace… grace… in a long but beautiful discussion…

(do you know what this word means?)

i always wanted to be a ballet dancer, that would’ve been good for my posture, my street cred, and yet, not my toes… but, it would have made people think ’she’s so graceful’ – right? why does the English language so often have words with multiple or related meanings? take the words discrete (distinct or individual parts) and discreet (modestly unobtrusive)- they sound the same but aren’t. infact, they so are not the same! then you have the word LOVE. any other language, like Greek, for example, has many words to differentiate between the ways, feelings, effects and types of love. but for us, we just say ‘i love haggis’ and ‘i love you, you make life worth living’… they sound the same but they’re so different in context!

then you have words said in sarcasm and those said in sincerity… like ‘no, your bum doesn’t look big in that(!)’ and ‘no, you look so beautiful (which people ought to say more when they mean it) and your bum does not look big in that….’ then you have genius things like puns like a song that i hope to write in the next month for a project called ‘Free’ which will be Free (no money required) and will be called Free… sound confusing?

the thing about the word ‘free’, is that along with ‘hope’ and ‘wait till you’re older’, people don’t believe it. people don’t believe in following the rules, nor do they believe there’s hope- that’s why Bill Gates has apparently made a bank for every existing plant/human/animal ’seed’ that there is so that when the appocolypse comes, people in Scandinavia will survive with the said ’seeds’… ” but kirsty, that is hope” i hear you say!
but, hmm if we had hope, wouldn’t the bank be considered a farce? wouldn’t we think ‘way to go on letting the future generation survive while AFrica, INdia, Pakistan, Poland, Romania, Glasgow, Rio, Georgia… are filled with the hungry, poor, sad, deflated!!’ hope fixed up in the future is not hope for the future really is it…?

or is it?

i have hope that comes from the past, and is for the future. that hope is free
and it rests in this word Grace. (see how that’s all related??)

do you know what it means? you know so far that it’s free for us, and that it gives hopefullness… but it’s not a ballet dancer.

Grace is undeserved. not just free, it is the stuff of legends and fairytails where the underdog surprisingly wins and enjoys the fat of the land with glee!
Grace is what the child of God calls food, essence, existance, breath… grace is the word that people call ‘amazing’ in that famous hymn. why is it amazing? becuase you can’t make it happen. you can’t buy it or store it up in a bank with lots of seeds… it doesn’t grow like other plants. Grace is fully blooming! bono said in his song ‘it’s a thought that changed the world’.. and we don’t even know how much it has changed our world

Grace is the un-asked-for, unmerited, unmeasured favour that a person receieves from God. grace is given when you say ‘God, you’re my God, i trust you to save me in the way Jesus showed you to save me (the Bible, culminating in the whole Easter story)’ and then God says, ‘come and sit at my table. be my child, consider me your saviour from darkness for the life of Light… consider me your Father… consider me your help and home… consider me as i have already considered you’

i just realised that i don’t know what to write. i don’t know how to explain this well. i keep putting three dots … as a way of drawing… out our imagination, but i can’t write out this meaning. it’s phrasings are not discrete enough. my eloquence ended way back with the ballet dancer.

but, that doesn’t mean i don’t love this grace. it’s how i get up in the morning. it’s why i sing joyfully. it’s how i overcome. it’s how i write about ‘free’, ‘love’ and ‘hope’ and think, yeah… i know those things…

dictionary.com helped with the discrete/discreet part
’son of God’ by Starfield was the song that i listened to whilst writing, and yes, it was on repeat.