Standing on the Finite

This is the end of this blog journey. 

I have been using posterous for 2 years and created over 100 posts, with thousands of page views.

But I am launching my own site: krispuckett.com where the writing will continue, as well as some of my amateur photography (very amateur, like pretty much just nature pics). Please stop by, comment and help me grow my own site like you did with this one. 

Thanks, 

Kris 

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I love a good dystopian drama. Where people are fiercely oppressed. A movie like V for Vendetta satisfies my appetite for such a drama. 

In one of the final scenes our anti-hero V who is single handedly leading a revolution, faces down a gun and proclaims, "Ideas are BULLETPROOF." 

The power of the statement never fails to give me chills. However, ideas are man made. They are flawed, broken and can be twisted. 

HOPE is bulletproof, my dear V. Hope in Jesus more specifically, is bulletproof, fireproof, swordproof, even crossproof. 

Make no mistake about it. Jesus faced his own "gun" but victoriously proclaimed on cross that no weapon, no ideology, no action, could destroy the HOPE of GOD. 

Easter is about hope. Easter is the triumph over all that is against hope. 

What do we hope for then? 

LIFE. 

Another great movie is the Matrix (wow I am really geeking out in this entry). Our hero NEO (interesting name don't you think) learns that he is not really living. 

Because of the human condition we are not really living, at least not in the way the Creator intended. 

Jesus brings hope, a hope of a new life, a full life. Life is antithetical to death, right, that is obvious. Jesus brings life that is not marked with the finality of death. LIFE ETERNAL. 

Easter my friends is about HOPE. 

This is why it is the most important day of the year.  

Christmas is without a doubt the most important day of the year, especially in the United States. 

Think about. It is a day in which we collectively spend billions of dollars, a day in which most businesses shut down completely, a day in which we spend more time with our families than any other day.

It feels like the world stops entirely to spend time doing Christmas traditions. 

But this is all wrong. To quote a famous fashionista “I feel like I am taking crazy pills." (a Zoolander reference, if you have not seen the movie then please refer to this clip - )

Christmas is great and should be celebrated. 

But it is not the most important day of the year. In fact, it pales in comparison to a day that is coming up. 

Easter. 

Bunnies. Dresses. Flowers. Chocolate. Death. Life. Heaven. 

Okay the last three words are why Easter is the most important day of the year. 

Our lives should revolve around Easter, our calendars should revolve around Easter. The fact is the solution to the human condition revolves around Easter. 

Christmas is about the incarnation. God taking on human form. 

Easter is about the resurrection. Jesus (God) defeated death for our sake. 

Without Easter, without resurrection, the incarnation is a nice gesture but falls short of redemption. Christmas is a nice celebration but one without a finality. It is about hope, yes but hope in what? Christmas is merely a sign post, pointing towards the final hope of resurrection. 

This coming Sunday is why Jesus changed the world. It is how Jesus changed the world. 

My challenge to you: forget the eggs, the chocolate, the bunnies. 

Easter is about a fight, a fight which cost so much to win. Easter is about the most important and loving act in the history of planet Earth. 

Easter is a day which should be celebrated with the world coming to halt. 

It is that important. 

It is dark and I lie alone, with a heart shaped cavity in my chest,

As I contemplate life without a heart, 

I hear the sound of shifting gravel, someone is approaching, 

The music stops just shy of my ear, 

He speaks and the dark veil catches on fire, 

I can see everything in the afterglow of the fire, but I can't see his face, 

He comes closer, and kneels down, 

He has found my heart, my dry, dirty, and damaged heart. 

He gently pulls off the gravel, and wipes away the dirt,

He speaks again, but this time to the black organ that gives me life. 

Color appears, and so does motion. 

My heart beats! 

He slowly places this beating source of life back into it's home

He closes the cage. 

I beat again! 

He stands up and reaches down with a wholly hand, 

He speaks once more, "Now I am the source of your life."

As the moon blows out the sun, 

Her anger darkens the sky, 

The blackness a reminder of her power over me, 

She broke through my cage, 

Her hand wrapped around my velvety heart, 

She squeezed. 

All of my life flowed down his hand. 

It poured to the ground as as black and white drops.

In the glow of her revulsion, 

My heart lay on the ground wrung dry. 

I see a tree dressed in white, 

I am envious and angry.

The tree mocks me with its vibrance,

The tree taunts me with it's life. 

I would chop the tree down, 

But I am a shadow,

A vacant shell. 

I see a river clothed in translucence,

The river mocks me with it's silence

The river taunts me with it's motion.

I would dam the river, 

But I am shadow, 

I barely exist. 

Grace interrupts time

Grace interrupts causality

Grace interrupts death

Grace interrupted me. 

Grace stops the pain

Grace stops the end

Grace stops the tears

Grace stopped me

Grace injects life

Grace injects joy

Grace injects healing

Grace injected me

Grace saves the broken

Grace saves the poor 

Grace saves the dead

Grace saved me.