Saturday, September 19, 2015

Scene Unseen

The dense aroma of abundant perfume
saturated the atmosphere of the room,
where He was seated, and worshiped.
Tears and messy hair rolled over His feet.

Questions permeated the minds of those who
could not see. Why this, why here and now?
For blinded eyes see not the glory of the flesh covered
God.  No, fleshy eyes cannot behold such spiritual majesty.

Yet in great contrast evident even to the blind,
in passionate adoration she was inclined to bow
before the eternal and incarnate One.
For her eyes had been opened; she beheld the Son.

Sometimes sight is contagious
when the blind are made to see.
Yet often 'tis thought outrageous
by those still blinded. Oh the travesty.

Yet had that worshipful scene
been deeply grasped, by eyes washed clean.
There would not have been only one 
bowed before Him in awful adoration.


- A. B. Seal

Friday, September 18, 2015

"My Records are Jesus Christ"



“When he is challenged by some men (presumably Jews) who refuse to believe anything that is not to be found in “our ancient records” (the Old Testament?), Ignatius responds, “But for my part, my records are Jesus Christ, for the the sacred records are his cross and death and resurrection and the faith that comes through him.”

- An Introduction to the New Testament, Carson & Moo, p. 738