Hey you, I'm so glad you stopped by. I’m Chris, mama to three pixies and wife to one Norse-man. Welcome to my blog. I write about living the lyrics of the cross. Lyrics of life, love, faith, and the pursuit of beauty. I hope we become dear friends. 

Never Come To Anything

Never Come To Anything

It would be a shame to come so close, yet never come to anything.

To almost reach the mark, only to fall short. To draw near the finish line, but not cross over.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the resurrection life. How the Son of Man defeated death, rising from the grave. He then filled His followers with the Holy Ghost, who were then saturated with His power.

This morning in school, the pixies and I read the story from Acts 5 in which numerous people were coming to the disciples for healing. We came across a verse that I had either missed before or just glossed over. The passage describes how the people came out to Peter, hoping that his shadow would fall upon them.

“As a result, people brought the sick into the streets and laid them on beds and mats so that at least Peter’s shadow might fall on some of them as he passed by.” (Acts 5:15)

His shadow.

Not Peter’s words, not his hands, but simply his shadow.

What sort of Holy Ghost filling must Peter have experienced that his shadow made the sick well? The passage says the people were actually healed when Peter’s shadow fell upon them.

I want this kind of Holy Ghost filling.

This same Ghost is inside you. It’s inside me. We have the power of life within us.

But is this how we live our days?

I was reading Lilias Trotter again, I know, I know, I just can’t get enough. And she shares a beautiful parable of the acorn.

“And all nature here is full of such intense quietness these autumn days. A solemn quietness, with the lens of the spring behind it, like Easter Eve. The dear living things are going into their graves—and one sees how the grave is a must-be. ‘Fall into the ground and die’—not upon it. The road outside our lodging is strewn with acorns that will never come to anything because their just lying on the ground, not in it.”

I don’t want to come so close but fail to be buried in the ground.

Death is necessary for life. The grave is a must-be. If we are to ever live in the power of the Holy Ghost, casting His shadow, we must die.

Too often we are like children dipping our toes in water, experimenting with the sensation, curious of the ripples, yet afraid to jump in and submerge our whole bodies. We get so close, but still refuse to let go of that final grip.

“Don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into His death? We were therefore buried with Him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.” ~Romans 6:3-4

To come so close to new life, and miss it, this is the greatest tragedy. All would be a waste, like acorns never coming to anything when the life of a tree was within reach.

When we die, baptized into Christ, we receive new life. A life which is eternal, a life that will never die. The paradox is death=life, but life after =no death.

The power that raised Christ to life is alive in us who have died, so that even our shadows can cast healing. If we will just embrace Easter Eve, enter our graves, we will emerge victorious and live a new life.

I Leave You With...Peace

I Leave You With...Peace

What You're Made To Do

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