Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A Question to Spur some Dialogue

Which of the following statements concerning Jesus and the Church is/are true? (and why?)

Democracy is a model of government taught in the Bible.

Jesus Christ was rich.

He was fair skinned.

He taught his followers to be democratic.

Christians seem to have practiced some form of socialism in the 1st century church.

Jesus Christ taught that men and women should fight for their property rights under the law.

He taught that we must not associate with homosexuals.

Jesus taught that we must not drink alcohol.

He taught that we have the right to kill. (open ended, I did not specify any particular circumstances)

Jesus preached a gospel of peace (shalom) while he was on earth.

Jesus’ Kingdom has not yet begun.

Jesus’ Kingdom was established at the resurrection.

Jesus wants his followers to be rich.

Jesus wants his followers to be happy.

Jesus would vote for Mike Huckabee.

Jesus would vote for Barack Obama.

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Anonymous said...

Jesus wouldn't vote, He'd like hardcore come and be a humble servant obeying the gov't die on a cross, and promise to establish an early kingdom for the sequence of his early comming...

cause there are two great lies I've heard...

February 3, 2008 at 1:30 PM

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The Vision?

The vision is Jesus: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? They are an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at the markets.
They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes:
to show and to tell, but never to hide.
They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults break and cry.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might win, one day
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.

And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms.
The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And this generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears
Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
Material clothes matter not
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives,
swap seats with the man on death row;
guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.


Their words make demons scream in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming?
Here come the frightened and forgotten, with fire in their eyes.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.