But not today…
J. D. Pendry
Today, I was all set to inquire of presidential candidate Barack (NMN) Obama what exactly it was that he meant when he described his Grandmother as a “typical white person” with her perceived prejudices “bred into her”, I supposed during her typical white rearing. I also wanted to ask him if his white half was typically white and was his black half typically black and would it be offensive if I referred to him as a Halfrican-American? I wanted to know if his two typically distinct sides were in perpetual conflict or was he just a chameleon capable of suppressing one side or the other as political needs arise. Then I wanted to tell him that if he truly wished to transcend race, he must be something to us that is neither typically black nor typically white. I wanted to tell him that, unfortunately, all he has managed to prove to us typical working class Americans is that he is nothing more than a typical politician.
I wanted to tell him that there is a model he could follow that would help him; he just needed to know where to find it. But, I’m not going to do that. Not today, because on this Easter Day my mind is elsewhere. It is focused on the only One I know that is not typical of any of us. One who clearly transcends the typical human frailties of all of us. Enjoy your Easter Day and your family and remember that it is about much more than bunnies and chocolate eggs. And it certainly transcends politics. The lyrics of the song state it better than I can. He is risen.
In Christ Alone
By Stuart Townend and Keith Getty
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I standIn Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I liveThere in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost it’s grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Brought with the precious blood of ChristNo guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
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