Flesh and bones

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

         “Look at my hands and my feet;          see that it is I myself.          Touch me and see;          for a ghost does not have flesh and bones          as you see that I have."                   —Luke 24.39

The Roman Imperium by its sword tried to sever Jesus from his life, to pry him from his own flesh; and their minions ever since have sought to separate the spiritual from the physical. Death, they reasoned, ought to do it well.

How daft of them to think The One who made all things, who crafted earth and us from dust, who fashioned smooth and rugged stones, and lungs and lips and eyes and hands, and bones that bear their burdens with such elegance and grace, and skin, its mounds and cups and curves and plains and folds so eloquent, alluring, and divine— that the Creating One would by their force forget pronouncing all things, in their concrete thingness, good. They didn't know the one thing that God wants is for all love to be made flesh. So when they robbed poor Jesus of his breath and blood, the one thing that God gave him, new and holy, raising him from death, was this: a body, flawed but breathing, flesh and bone.

Believer, show yourself your hands and side, your trembling, lusting, spiritual mass, your creaking, flabby, leaking, blessed flesh. Look at your hands, that God has made. This is the glory in which resurrection comes.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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