Paper Town Girl

2012-04-23

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Bes citee on da earf #cincinnati #cinci #homesick (Taken with instagram)

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For all my talk…. I’d like to end up here eventually.

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2012-04-07

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2012-04-04

My parents have started to raise sheep, and last night their first lamb was born.

I don’t think the average Xtian understands the analogy of Christ being considered the Holy Lamb of God. Perfect. Without blemish. Innocent. Slaughtered.

A perfect animal is impossible for a human to create. My folks have just had to wait and see what was born-would it have a defect? Would the mother reject it? To a person of the ancient world, the analogy of God sending a perfect lamb was much more meaningful and easier to be amazed by. Our modern culture is so far removed from animals in general that we have no grasp of the amount of work it takes to nourish and tend to a sheep. The shepherd is constantly watching the flock; my parents know their movements and the differences between their sheep.

So when Christ is spoken of as perfect, it is meant to be taken as a symbol of great fate. Only God can create perfect lamb. We have nothing to do with this.

He is so valuable and special-a sight to behold, rare and amazing. Now take that precious, tender lamb and lead him to receive all the wicked and base moments of humanity. He will not resist as he stumbles under the weight of every abuser, murderer and thief-every one of us. It is an act of complete contradiction. When I feel injustice my throat gets hot with words of anger and I sense this indignation inside of me when I think of the Crucifixion.

Tear that lamb to shreds and make him stare into every moment of evil this world has made.

And he does. He pays for it. He is obedient and submissive. Not fighting his handlers. He cries out and dies.

Looking to Good Friday. Looking through the dark to the light promised. Straining eyes and minds, praying for it to dawn Resurrection.