The guy Anne describes is a guy who is bound under the law. He may not see it that way, but he knows it. He feels the accusation every time he bites on a bean not sourced from some strange place. He is not free despite what he says to people. The only solution to his miserable bondage is Christ and his holy absolution. For freedom Christ has set us free. Once that absolution is handed over death no longer stalks and the law is at an end. Here’s what else, the beer tastes better and so does the cheese Anne writes of enjoying.
Ha. I remember that awful uberfeminist book. I was wondering about the wisdom of naming a Christian conference that. I'm glad to see it was YOUR mistake. ;)
What Mark said. I received that book as a "wedding gift" from someone (close family member) who really, really, REALLY should have known me better than to think I would want that in my life, especially my married life. Tragic in a way that pierced my soul.
"What would he do, century by century? Who would he talk to? What would he read? Who would he worship? What kind of work would occupy him? His work right now is not dying. Would it always be like that?"
Yes. Not dying is a full time job.
It reminds me of what my wife and I used to call "Convertianity" in which the chief end of man is to make converts to the religion. And their chief end, once they convert? Also to make more converts. It never leads to anything.
Also, the tone of your meditation, Anne, reminded me of some sage lyrics from one of my favorite bands, They Might Be Giants:
"No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful."
Your rant reminded me about the couple who, after living a long life, were killed in a car crash together. They were being shown around heaven by St. Peter (just go with the joke).
"And here is the banquet for the wedding feast."
The husband asks, "Where are the poached chicken breasts and steamed vegetables?"
"Oh, we feast on the richest and sweetest things here."
"Where are the exercise rooms?"
"Oh, the only exercise we do is bowing before the Lord and singing His praises."
After this, the husband turns to his wife and says, "If you hadn't insisted on bran muffins and exercise classes we could have been here a long time ago!"
While I think that we should take good care of our bodies to honor God, I see our journey here as a "time before." We need to make the most of it, agreeing with Paul that to live on in the flesh means profitable work for the Kingdom, but also knowing that moving out of this fallen world is a much better thing. I always thing *new body!*
Praying for the conference, the presenters, and the attendees. May our Lord be glorified and the Body built up.
The guy Anne describes is a guy who is bound under the law. He may not see it that way, but he knows it. He feels the accusation every time he bites on a bean not sourced from some strange place. He is not free despite what he says to people. The only solution to his miserable bondage is Christ and his holy absolution. For freedom Christ has set us free. Once that absolution is handed over death no longer stalks and the law is at an end. Here’s what else, the beer tastes better and so does the cheese Anne writes of enjoying.
Ha. I remember that awful uberfeminist book. I was wondering about the wisdom of naming a Christian conference that. I'm glad to see it was YOUR mistake. ;)
What Mark said. I received that book as a "wedding gift" from someone (close family member) who really, really, REALLY should have known me better than to think I would want that in my life, especially my married life. Tragic in a way that pierced my soul.
"What would he do, century by century? Who would he talk to? What would he read? Who would he worship? What kind of work would occupy him? His work right now is not dying. Would it always be like that?"
Yes. Not dying is a full time job.
It reminds me of what my wife and I used to call "Convertianity" in which the chief end of man is to make converts to the religion. And their chief end, once they convert? Also to make more converts. It never leads to anything.
Also, the tone of your meditation, Anne, reminded me of some sage lyrics from one of my favorite bands, They Might Be Giants:
"No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful."
Your rant reminded me about the couple who, after living a long life, were killed in a car crash together. They were being shown around heaven by St. Peter (just go with the joke).
"And here is the banquet for the wedding feast."
The husband asks, "Where are the poached chicken breasts and steamed vegetables?"
"Oh, we feast on the richest and sweetest things here."
"Where are the exercise rooms?"
"Oh, the only exercise we do is bowing before the Lord and singing His praises."
After this, the husband turns to his wife and says, "If you hadn't insisted on bran muffins and exercise classes we could have been here a long time ago!"
While I think that we should take good care of our bodies to honor God, I see our journey here as a "time before." We need to make the most of it, agreeing with Paul that to live on in the flesh means profitable work for the Kingdom, but also knowing that moving out of this fallen world is a much better thing. I always thing *new body!*
Praying for the conference, the presenters, and the attendees. May our Lord be glorified and the Body built up.
When you said the conference was called "Our Bodies, Ourselves," I assumed Jady and co. were trolling that book. I kind of wish it was the case.
https://youtu.be/JF45uzdPgd4?si=1AJLb111B3qGk0jM
I'd try to avoid Peter Enns content too.