the questions, observations, laments, psalms, classic anecdotes, prayers, & stories of jeremiah aja. enjoy it like a sweaty plastic cup filled with strawberry lemonade & crushed ice.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

sean is right

Take a peek at the comment on the previous post and you'll see why. Sean- I was thinking the same thing this week, but haven't acted on it.

HE IS *NOT WAS* ALIVE. JESUS IS HERE, SALVATION IS HERE, HEALING IS HERE, HOPE IS HERE. No need to search for the living among the dead!

What better way to reveal the other side of the story than by showing you one of my favorite images of a loving God and broken humanity? I originally saw this on the wall in the home of a dear friend- Josh. It has captured me ever since. I hope to own it someday- a copy, not the original. Unless...you feel compelled. It is a sketch by an amazing artist named Charlie Mackesy. I believe it depicts the anthem of heaven. This, friends, is the rest of the story- one where the once occupied tomb is vacant and the God of the universe makes a way for His beloved sons and daughters to be with Him again. A story where the King dies for his servants, one where the Righteous pursues the rebellious, one where the Champion falls into the grave so that we might rise from it. It's a good one. Have someone tell it to you soon, again. Here it is through the eyes of Charlie. The snapshot comes to us from a story I prefer to call "The Parable of the Unbelievable Father."



from wilmore, with Love.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

yesterday, he died


On Wednesday's chapel I snapped this picture. I have never seen anything or been a part of anything like it- all of the Christ elements in Estes chapel were recessed out the back door and a black cloth was draped over a cross, perched on a naked, cold table. The starkest of stark contrasts of the light though the window cuts to highlight the body bag veiling the cross. Underneath the mystery is etched "This do in remembrance of me."
It has really cut me deep this year. He died. Dead. There was a funeral for him, a shoddy one that ended in somebody else's coffin, but still. Someone whom over the past year I have gotten to know so much better, Someone whom I am now beginning to make sense of how much He loves me, Someone who has walked with me and been with me every stride through a very tough 2008 is dead. Honestly, for the first time it hit me like this, my best friend, truest friend, most amazing companion has been gruesomely killed. Certainly, He's so much more, but for this year it felt like the One that loves me the most died yesterday. He's gone, only pictures, memories, and stories remain. It seems Fridays will never be the same. Maybe tomorrow will be different.

from wilmore, with Love.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

you can never have too much love, right?

Just poppin in here to let you know I have started a new little sidekick blog called "for:the:love."


You may have already seen it sometime in the past couple weeks, but many of my quickhitter posts are being shipped over there now- pictures, quotes, videos, and the funsized youtube wafer cookies. Swing by there, subscribe, and enjoy some more love. Also, to throw in a quick plug- the new blog is from Tumblr. Check them out too- really smooth designs, super easy to use, and it work great with Twitter.

from wilmore, with Love.