Full Stop: The Big Story - Christian Lindbeck

The grand finale
will bring the story
full circle -
from tree
to tree.

In that face-to-face
moment,
our eyes will embrace
Him in the flesh;
His breath will mingle
with ours
and we will change -
chameleon-like.
His presence willlike falling dominoes
upon injustice,
ending it - full stop.
Those who scoffed
will be left empty-handed
behind a keyless door,
thicker and wider
than eternity.
No more chances.
Full stop.
All wickedness will bear
its own poisoned fruit,
and devour itself 
like a hyper-active cancer.
Those who have misused power
will watch it dissolve
beneath them
as they fall into chasms
of their own making;
those who stole innocence
will drown in defilement -
all who turn away
will be left
on the other side.

Then, His hands will swirl
through astonished air
and the universe will
be reinvented,
unbroken and of 
original intent:
glorious,
playful 
and good.
All our best days 
combined will not begin
to compare
and we will be unleashed
to enjoy this gift
as He always intended.

I know that I plan 
to pirouette through stars
and soar over
turquoise oceans
on my first day.
And that is only
the beginning.
 
Black holes 
and spinning galaxies,
heart beats
and hummingbirds
defy comprehension;
yet they thrum
about us,
obvious and undeniable.

What do you risk
by not considering
the true nature
of this Story?
What will you gain
if it is 
indeed
true?

1 John 3:2; 1 Cor. 13:12; Luke 13:24-25

Rev. 20:11-12; 2 Pet. 3:9; Phil. 1:23-24

Post-Rising: The Big Story - Christian Lindbeck

After and before:
Jesus is the axis
around which history
spins.

As the desert pause
began His work,
so He pauses again,
post-rising,
before emptying out
the flood of His essence - 
an oasis
called Pentecost -
whose torrents would
gather up multi-colored
multitudes and channel them
onward and over
centuries and millenia
to ultimately
wash up at the feet
of a Lover-God.

Post-rising -
that climactic moment,
orchestrated by a 
people-adoring deity
who threaded His only Son
through the needle
of Death
for us,
His beloved.
As any lover,
He longs for us,
to be with us,
to rescue us,
to prove Himself,
to draw us
ever closer:
one flesh pressed
breast to breast,
breathing as one.

Inhalation - 
inspiration:
the drawing in 
of something outside
of self.
Animation -
giving life to dead flesh.
The Holy Spirit
writhes and seeps
through blood vessels
and bone cells,
parceled out to
a quadrillionth infinitude.
The same power
that spun a universe
confounding in magnitude
resides
in me.

Post-rising,
Jesus re-morphed
to become the 
Fatherson One,

who disseminated
the third One;
strewn liberally,
prodigally,
to take up life 
in those who love
this baffling 
Trinity.

Post-rising,
we, thus inspired,
work to walk like
our Lover-God:
to catch the light
and bounce it -
blinding some,
enticing more.
We acknowledge
brokenness
and lament it;
we seek to right
wrongs - even
and especially those
done in Christ's name;
we give voice
to the oppressed
and speak truth
to power;
we find needs
and meet them
without judgement
or shame;
we come again
and again to 
our Source
for refilling
since we are holey
holy ones
and nothing but
dry bones without
Your breath in us.

Post-rising,
we need to wonder,
what holds us back
and hinders this work?
What fakes us out
and tugs us from the path?
And how can we - 
how can I -
get closer to my Lover-God,
to breathe His breath -
in and out -
to the rhythm of 
His heart?
To listen,
rapt and humble
to His besotted
whisperings?

Acts 2; Gen. 1; John 1; Rev. 22

John 16:7; 1 Cor. 6:19; 2 Cor. 5:8 

Everything Changes: The Big Story - Tim Knipp (John 12, 19-20)

No turning back now -
we're past the point of no return -
we've burnt the bridges
behind us -
everything has changed.

Knowing it's the last time,
He comes once more
to Jerusalem,
choosing as mount
a dusted donkey.
Palm fronds and accolades
quiver the air
but a defiled temple
soon resounds 
with rebuke
and riotous clamor
bounces between
pillars.

Knowing they will
remember and repeat 
His words, 
He redefines
the ritual dinner,
unveiling His fulfillment
of every promise
in bread crumbs
and shared wine.
He says,
"Watch Me. I'll show you 
the Way"
as he kneels
to wipe foul feet.

Abandoned,
convicted,
tortured and 
abased;
then loaded down
like the beast he rode in on,
carrying a wooded beam
and the burden
of broken mankind -
twisted shards
that cut His flesh -
He dies
a grisly death.

His lifeless body
lies lonely in the tomb
til death looses its grip
and Mary hears 
her name from the lips
of an unfamiliar
gardener and 
knows Him
for who He is.

Everything changes.

He offers the ultimate 
quid pro quo:
your failure for 
His life; 
your impossible dreams
for His improbable
Truth.

What was inconceivable
becomes rational
and the most obvious
of answers
as the jagged puzzle 
pieces
of history
fit smoothly into place
revealing the
face of a
God who
will never stop
pursuing us
and who has
made a way
for us to find
our way
home.

This Man-God: The Big Story - Christian Lindbeck

Exposition.
Rising Action.
Climax.

And here we are,
at the apex 
of the plot triangle;
what all the rebellion
and exile have led to,
what all the love letters
have alluded to:
the ultimate expression
of who this God is,
unfolded through hints
and dropped clues,
bread crumbs
leading
to
this.

The Holy One
entered the flesh
of a created being,
to mold a new creation -
a man-God,
born in earthly mess,
umbilically bound
to His mother,
slipping wetly
onto soiled straw.

The maestro of Time
conducted 
through a four-hundred 
year gestation -
a minor pause -
a quivering string
reverberated
and built slowly
to the momentous
crescendo,
exquisitely timed.

And so we turn
to regard Him,
this human
in every way -
who defecated
and belched,
grasped Mary's hair
in miniature fists
and yawned
with untoothed 
gums.

Yet, this being
we recognize in
new, unblemished flesh
is older than time itself -
an irony that fractures
our expectations
and implodes our
realities.

And though He lived
each day,
confined by minutes
and hours like us,
yet unlike us,
He did not sin
in word or 
in deed.

When still unadulterated,
He baffled the PhDs
with a fully embodied
understanding 
of spiritual tomes,
able not only to articulate
but delineate and 
demystify 
the sacred texts.

Our hero-author
recolored and rewove
Truth, re-centering power,
wielding
without abusing it.
Even those who walked
beside Him
wondered, "WHAT??!!??
as He bent physical laws
like pretzels
not for entertainment 
or publicity,
but as parables
and compassionate
relief of 
sin's curse.

Even Death did not destroy
this man-God,
this love letter,
this 3D illustration
of the Father's 
lesson plan.
"This is what I meant,"
He says, "this is
the Way.
Come, walk
in it
as I intended
all along."