At light-speed, God-speed
time collapses into now so that
we may see Christ's wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.
He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body -
chalice for the dark tears
of the whole world - brims,
spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
being the great reversal -
as blood from a vien leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.
[Luci Shaw, Proclaiming the Scandal of the Cross, Baker Academic, Grand Rapids, Mi. 2006, p.160. ISBN 9780801027420; Editor: Mark D. Baker]
time collapses into now so that
we may see Christ's wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.
He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body -
chalice for the dark tears
of the whole world - brims,
spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
being the great reversal -
as blood from a vien leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.
[Luci Shaw, Proclaiming the Scandal of the Cross, Baker Academic, Grand Rapids, Mi. 2006, p.160. ISBN 9780801027420; Editor: Mark D. Baker]
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