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"you're packing a suitcase for a place that you've never been...a place that has to be believed to be seen"...'Walk On' by U2

WATERSHED: A voice in the wilderness. DARYL UNDERWOOD.

 

The concept of Centerpoint Christianity briefly stated is:

Christianity from the centerpoint outward.

Christianity from the climax forward.

This blog constitutes concepts for a new view of Christianity that begins with what is foundational and moves forward from that point. It is based on the assumption that we are being pulled towards something unseen and pushed from a place that once was.

What Centerpoint Christianity attempts to do is bypass some of the constraints imposed by metanarratives by using the life of Christ and particularly the climactic actions of Christ as beginning points.

It supports the conviction that God is essentially timeless. From this beginning point we endeavor to move outward from the definitive moment of the parousia (visitation) of Christ and forward to the future which functions as a type of magnet to "what can be--and is coming".

When we begin at the life of Christ and move outward as from the centerpoint of a web, rather than in a linear timeline of history, another wide picture emerges.


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Wednesday
Oct132010

shawshank no more

 Hope is a dangerous thing...

That's where Andy crossed. When I picture him heading south in his own car with the top down, it always makes me laugh. Andy Dufrense... who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufrense... headed for the Pacific.

He was buried...And on the third day he rose again...and ascended into heaven.

Sometimes it makes me sad, though, Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

In my mind's eye I can see Jesus and Andy Dufrense headed for the blue, tranquility of freedom. It is their redemption. It's where 'east of Eden' empties into the deep blue Pacific Ocean. Across the barreness of the dry wilderness and into the joy of their salvation they go together. They rise out of the muck, the shroud, the dead man's wrap, clean. They shed the skin of marked men. They cheat death. They become the symbols of hope. Here on the western shore is where it all comes full circle. And Andy would have his best friend with him. Red is given the key to the kingdom beneath a secret place, hidden behind a rock. And Jesus would have his friends come too. We are all invited to get wet. To take a ride. I have been down to the Jordan. I've walked in the ocean. And come out clean.

Naked and unashamed. It's been a long time coming. I have been wrapped in the shroud of Shawshank so long. I have felt dirty forever. I always dreamed there would be a place like this. And it stretches for as far as the eye can see. I swear this paradise has no end. I can hardly believe my eyes.

So come and ride these waves to the other side. Long with me, with us, with Andy, Red, Jesus and me. We are riding in the red t-bird, top down, heading west. Sea-breeze and sunshine on our faces. Beyond the evermore into the deep blue sea. This world is not our home and Shawshank is not our destiny. The key is found in the Exodus. And that's the only reason I keep chipping away at these rocks in my own wilderness journey. I know their is a place. Somewhere out there I can see it, taste the salt, feel the wash. Somewhere over the rainbow way up high and wide, oh so wide, as broad as the deep blue sea. I believe it. I feel it, I can taste it.

And we are never going back to Shawshank again. I hope to see my friend.

'And when I look back on the stars
It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won't break my heart to say goodbye'

So Come

copyright Kevin Prosch, Tom Davis

You have taken the precious
From the worthless and given us
Beauty for ashes, love for hate
You have chosen the weak things of the world
To shame that which is strong, and the foolish things
To shame the wise

You are help to the helpless
Strength to the stranger
And a father to the child who's left alone
And the thirsty you've invited
To come to the water
And those who have no money come and buy

So come, So come
So come, So come

Oh, the days are coming
For the Lord has promise
When the plowman will over take the reaper
And their hearts will be the threshing floor
And the move of God we've cried out for, will come

You will shake the heavens, and fill your house will glory
Turn the shame of the outcast into praise
All creation groans and waits
For the Spirit and the Bride to say
The words your heart has longed to hear

So come, So come
So come, So come



 

 

 

 

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Is this expression of hope, newfound? Is your view of that proverbial glass changing?

October 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKevin

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