Below are some of the flittery paragraphs, plus a few, that didn’t make the cut for today’s Forthright Magazine article, “Monday editorial flitter.”

¶ At the editorial link above, you’ve been given a Monarch butterfly to enjoy. Around here, though, the common butterfly is solid yellow, a smiling burst of joy that flutters the heart. Can’t miss them.

¶ Jesus is called the Word because he expresses the mind of God. “As a word is an exact image of an idea, so is ‘The Word’ an exact image of the invisible God” (A. Campbell).

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Note: Andrew Burns sponsored a series on Bible characters, going from A to Z, on his website and invited a number of people to choose a letter. I got in quickly and chose “J” for Jesus, without wanting to diminish, in any way, his preeminence by including him in the list of Bible characters. On the contrary, my desire was to honor him as the One and Only. The original post is no longer online. It’s below, as originally published.

Jesus is God in the flesh, unique, without sin, the perfect sacrifice for man’s restoration to God. Almost all information about him is found in the Bible. The reliable history of his life and mission are recorded in the four accounts of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, in the New Testament. There are but a few historical references to him outside of the Bible, but eyewitness accounts are found only there.

Jesus was born of a virgin. His deity is central to his mission and message, Jn 8.24. It is also part of the core gospel, demonstrating that attempts to pare down the gospel only to the death, burial, and resurrection are amiss. Continue reading

By J. Randal Matheny © 2015

“All my life, my heart has sought a thing
I cannot name,” the searching poet wrote.
I know the name of what he seeks — we sing
Each Sunday praise to Jesus — in every note
A tone of love and joy and satisfaction.
Here’s home, full blessed, complete — what all we sought,
In him we find, the empty heart’s attraction.
What we could not produce, the Savior brought:
To be with God, to walk in his ways, to know
His kindness — never spoke a mortal man
As he addressed the crowds, a voice so low
And meek, like none have heard since Earth began.
So let us tell the poet and all his friends —
In Jesus Christ their frantic searching ends.

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I don’t like surprises. Don’t involve me in some planned activity without first checking with me. I want to know what’s going to happen, well before the time. Tell me beforehand.

Not because the disciples had my personality type, but because they were his friends, Jesus told them what was going to happen. Continue reading