my own version

It's a short week this week, with the kids home early on Wednesday and out of school on Thursday and Friday. We will head west to a wedding in our 'home town'. Then, less than 24 hours later, we will head back home. What a break, eh? I'm pretty envious of Cindy's plans.

I'm preparing for our quarterly Ladies Night. I'm planning on doing my own version of the 'kick butt' message. It won't be as good as Mrs. Australia but it's powerful revelation so it should be good, nonetheless.

Lastly....I'm in the section on Passion in "Bread and Wine" (Lent readings). I was a couple days behind and read 3 chapters today. This excerpt is from Sunday's reading. Powerful.

I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross.The only God I believe in is the one Nietzsche ridiculed as "God on the cross." In the world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it?I have entered many Buddhist temples and stood respectfully before the statue of Buddha, his legs crossed, arms folded, eyes closed, the ghost of a smile playing round his mouth, a remote look on his face, detached from the agonies of the world. But each time after a while I have had to turn away. And in imagination I have turned instead to that lonely, twisted, tortured figure on the cross, nails through hands and feet, back lacerated, limbs wrenched, brow bleeding from thorn-pricks, mouth dry and intolerable thirsty, plunged in God-forsaken darkness. That is the God for me! He laid aside his immunity to pain. He entered our world of flesh and blood, tear and death. He suffered for us.