The Developing Life

Friday, March 25, 2005

God's Fight

Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest's servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant's name was Malchus.) Jesus commanded Peter, "Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?" Then the detachment of soldiers with its commander and the Jewish officials arrested Jesus." - John 18:10-12

Earlier this same evening, Peter declared to Jesus in the presence of the other disciples, "Even if I must die with you, I will not deny you." And Peter meant it. He loved Jesus like we, who are removed by time, cannot know in this life. He loved this Jesus enough to walk away from His "responsible life" of fishing. He walked hundreds of miles with Jesus; listening to him, hearing the warmth and peace in His voice. Jesus was his treasured one. Jesus was his hope, his promise, his joy. Peter would die before he ever willingly gave Jesus up. And who could blame him. We all have passions, joys, and hopes, that we would fight to the death for. So when these men with clubs and torches came to take Jesus away, he intended to make good on his earlier declaration.

They were far outnumbered! There was no way to survive this fight, but Peter was going to take down as many as he could. There was only problem. Peter's fight was not the same as God's fight. We, like Peter, interpret what fights we believe should be important to God; we draw our swords, and at that moment are willing to die fighting our battle. But all too often our fight is not God's fight. In Peter's case, if he had succeeded in his fight, Jesus would have lost in His. Peter, devoted disciple, lover of Jesus, Follower of God, was fighting against God's plan. But Peter knew that Jesus was the Messiah! So imprisonment and death can't be what God wanted! How could the Messiah rescue Israel if he was dead?!

For a few weeks, perhaps even months, Jesus had been preparing them. Three times he spoke of His death and Ressurection, but they couldn't understand. They refused to wrap their minds around a dead messiah. They knew that Messiah would save them. They just couldn't match Jesus' words with their paradigm. Jesus had comforted them, assured them that it would be alright, but when the time came, Peter still drew his sword.

But to make Jesus into the kind of Messiah that they expected, would be to cheapen God's plan. If Jesus were Peter's kind of Messiah, He would have ended up as another forgotten page of History. He would be billed as "The man who secured a brief period of political liberty for Israel." But, by putting his sword away and stepping away from the front lines, Jesus became the Messiah who secured our spiritual freedom for an infinite period of time.

Friends, fellow lovers of Jesus, hearers of God,
Where do our fights not line up with God's fight? What things have we deemed important that by protecting, leave us straining against God's plan? Like Peter, what swords have we drawn? Like Saul, who are we persecuting and oppressing? Like the children of Israel, our necks have become stiff, because God does not seem to be lining up with our picture of where He should be. It isn't that we don't want to follow God; we long to follow Him, but all too often we dig in our heels to protect what we think is important to Him, and refuse to hear any voice (even His) that gently tries to call us away from our battle stations. Church, let's lay down our arms, and take up our crosses.

Good Friday to you all.

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Letting Go.

Timothy Putnam - Liturgia

For the longest time, I have hesitated putting up lyrics to my songs, much less actual song clips. I don't trust the "poor man's copyright." And I don't trust people.

Don't get me wrong, I trust my friends, I trust members of my church. I just don't trust that nebulous throng of "people" who exist beyond my radar/sphere of influence. I have long feared that if I share those things that are most precious to me, they will be walked on, taken advantage of, and stolen.

To the heart of an artist, what he or she creates is more than sacred, it is one's offspring. Granted, I have no children of my own, and I know that when I do, these petty songs and poems will not have the place or value of actual children; it's a metaphor, work with me here.

Yet, I have to assess my priorities here. These songs, while gifts to me from God, are supposed to be gifts through me to the Church. So even though my readership here is very small, I decided to let go of my fear and share "Hail To The Crucified" with you. The recording is rough, it is just the audio feed from our Good Friday service this year, but it is all I have.

I cannot tell you how I have longed to be able to record a whole album professionally. I just do not have the means to do it. And for some time I have been held back from doing it, seemingly by the hand of God. So I run the risk of someone taking this song and recording it before me (irrational fear, I know). Those of you who are my friends, pray for me. You all know the depth of my desire to be heard. Pray for further patience on my part, and for God to move on my behalf.

Dear friends, it is very late, and if I do not leave the office, and go to bed, I fear I will quickly become incoherant.

Be blessed

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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Hail to the Crucified.

I am in charge of the Good Friday service this year, and as I was picking music, I noticed it was very hard to pick music that dealt with Good Friday without reflecting on Easter. Now I am an Easter person! I bask in the grace that God offered us, and the hope that we have. But sometimes we need to feel the sorrow, and the weight of what God did. Our justification, our redemption, came on the cross. So, I tried my hand at writing a Good Friday song. Here it is for your perusal. (if you want melody and chords, email me, and I'll see what I can do. I'd love for it to be used in worship beyond my own church.

Hail to the Crucified - Download mp3

Timothy Putnam - Liturgia

The dark day shines as light
Peace is born through strife
Crimson washes white
Hail to the Crucified!

The tearing of his flesh
provides the weary rest
humanity is blessed
Hail to the Crucified!

chorus
Hail to the Crucified
Redemption flows from his side
The cross echoes God's reply
His answer to sinning
Glory in crown of thorns
Shame and sorrow worn
Through dying we are reborn
His end our beginning.

Splendor for all to see
Splayed nude upon a tree
Him suffering for me
Hail to the Crucified!

The death of God's own child
Him beaten and reviled
So we'd be reconciled
Hail to the Crucified!

bridge

All hail the Paschal Lamb
All hail the slain I Am
Hail to our God made man
Hail to the Crucified!

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