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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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Feb212012

naked and unashamed

It is Finished

This is the goal for each of us as made human in the image of God. To be clean, to be open, to be unencumbered by all of the weight that the world would place on our fragile shoulders if we bend to the dominant narrative of Pharoah's bricks. This is where Jesus landed. He was before His beloved naked and unashamed, laid bare with no regrets. He had stood his ground. He spoke of this triumph when he was near the end. He said it clearly. 'I won’t say much more to you because this world’s ruler is coming. He has nothing on me.' This is the beauty found amidst the coming tragic scene that unfolds on Golgotha. The prince of the world has no hold on the Christ. He has tried to make him succomb but has not prevailed.

Jesus is what we long to be and will be one day if we resist allegiance to the dominant culture. This is the fight we fight in the seemingly unending strife amongst the deep night in our own Mout of Olives.

Jesus on the cross: naked and unashamed. The new Adam needs no fig leaf. He has nothing to hide. No regrets. This world is not his home. He looks up and commends His spirit to the One who will lift Him up. Psalm 121 becomes his cry.

He is free. He has finished with integrity, pride, vindication. He is free at last.

'Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
In the name of love...'

Jesus has finished his task. He has been faithful to the covenant. He has loved God to the end. He has for all the world to see saved the reputation of God by making right the promise of the covenant. Yahweh is not impotent. He is not like mortals who speak promises they cannot keep. He has made it right. He and His beloved have kept the promise. God is not mocked. He has been found faithful.

And He does it through love. Jesus love. God's resolve is found in His beloved. The beloved has saved God. He has saved Yahweh, solved the dilemma of God. And Yahweh, as love would have it, saves Him right back.

'So what happens after he climbs up the tower and rescues her? 'She rescues him right back.'

'I'm involved now'...'You jump, I jump, right?'...right'

So many movies, so many scenes. So much said, to say, in common. This story is so familiar. 'It is finished' and creation is set to rights. All things are new. Washed clean. Erased as if they had never happened. He has been faithful to the covenant. He has loved God to the end. He has, for all the world to see, saved the reputation of God by making right the promise of the covenant. Jesus has saved God and YHWH returns in kind. Together they do it. Happily ever after is not impossible with God. Exodus, Bethlehem, escape, new life, birth, birth again. This is really good news.

Because mortals dwell in Shawshank prison. And they can't get out of Pharaoh's grip, of the warden's might, of satan's pit. We all need this so much.

And the clothes of mortality don't fit Jesus anymore...and he slips this skin, this shroud of death, decay, disease, discord...and enters into rest. He returns to Shalom. He goes home to His beloved...and they build a house--one with lots of rooms for all the children that are to come.

This is the love story we all long to live into...

Shawshank No More

Epilogue:

'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. '~~The Shawshank Redemption

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.'

Don't you just love The Shawshank Redemption? 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 barrenness 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.

Come ride these waves to the other side. Long with me, with us, with Andy, Red, Jesus and me. Ride 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. Don't you remember the scene from Shawshank? The warden opens the Bible to the book of Exodus and finds the implement of freedom. And the Pharaoh is undone. And Satan is thrown down. By this pick ax. By this staff of Moses. By this cross of Christ. It was done a clump of dirt at a time. Chipping, digging, overtime in the tunnel. The resolve to get to the other side sustains the journey. It was a long time coming.

But it came.

Let my people go was answered in a moment on a cross. Exodus was at the very moment of the resolve of resistance. When Jesus would not cooperate. When Andy would not give in. When Martin Luther King said no. When the dark forces thought they had won. Just when it looks like the end. Like its too late, too hopeless. It's just at that moment that hearts leap for joy at the song of vindication. Sing a song of freedom. Laugh at the irony of it all Sarah. Wear the Sunday morning smile. Go ahead and dance Miriam. Smile Andy. Open your arms once again Jesus. Once 'they would not'. But now all the baby chicks are coming home. Countless as the sand on the seashore. I count myself as one who will break the shell of death. A star amongst the million lights in the deep night.

A thousand miles to shed this skin. A thousand spoons to get out of this hole. And my skin don't fit me no more. This mortal tent falls away like a whisper of smoke. The grave-clothes in the tomb lie lonely in a heap. No one's home. Andy has left the building. Jesus has left the building. I have left the building. We are going. We have packed our suitcase for a place that we've never been. A place that has to be believed to be seen.

I believe.

And that's the only reason I keep chipping away at these rocks in my own wilderness journey. I know there 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 friends. All of us round a table. Homeward bound.

'I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination...

 

It is Finished

This is the goal for each of us as made human in the image of God. We long to be clean, to be open, to be unencumbered by all of the weight that the world would place on our fragile shoulders. This is where Jesus landed. He was before His beloved naked and unashamed, laid bear with no regrets. He recognized this when he was near the end. He said it clearly. 'I won’t say much more to you because this world’s ruler is coming. He has nothing on me.' This is the beauty of the coming tragic scene. The prince of the world has no hold on the Christ. Jesus is what we long to be and will be one day. Jesus on the cross: naked and unashamed. The new Adam needs no fig leaf. He has nothing to hide. No regrets. This world is not his home. He looks up and commends His spirit to the One who will lift Him up. Psalm 121 becomes his cry.

He is free. He has finished with integrity, pride, vindication. He is free at last.

'Free at last, they took your life

They could not take your pride

In the name of love...'

 

Jesus has finished his task. He has been faithful to the covenant. He has loved God to the end. He has for the entire world to see saved the reputation of God by making right the promise of the covenant made to father Abraham. Yahweh is not impotent. He is not like mortals who speak promises they cannot keep. He has made it right. He and His beloved have kept the promise. God is not mocked. He has been found faithful. Here at Golgotha the blood cries louder than the blood of the first son slain.

And God does it through love. Jesus love. The beloved has saved God. He has saved Yahweh’s tainted reputation and solved the dilemma of God. And Yahweh, as love would have it, saves Jesus right back.

     'So what happens after he climbs up the tower and rescues her? 'She rescues him right back.'

     'I'm involved now'...’you jump, I jump, right?'...right'

There are so many movies, so many scenes. So much said, to say, in common. This story is so familiar to us.  When Jesus says 'It is finished’ creation is set to rights. All things are new.

All is washed clean. All is erased as if it had never happened. He has been faithful to the covenant. He has loved God to the end. He has, for the entire world to see, saved the reputation of God by making right the promise of the covenant. Jesus has saved God so YHWH returns in kind.

Together they do it.

Happily ever after is not impossible with God. It isn’t the cliché at the end of a story told to an innocent child. It is. Exodus, Bethlehem, escape, new life, birth, birth again.

And this is the ‘good news’. It is good news because we mortals dwell in Shawshank prison. And we can't get out of Pharaohs' grip, or the warden's might, or Satan’s pit. We all need this so much.

And the clothes of mortality don't fit Jesus anymore; and he slips this skin, this shroud of death, decay, disease, and discord...and enters into rest.

 He returns to Shalom. He goes home to His beloved and they build the house--one with lots of rooms for all the children. This is the love story we all long to live into...

 

Shawshank No More

Epilogue:

'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.  '~~The Shawshank Redemption

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.'

I loved  ‘The Shawshank Redemption’. 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 barrenness 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.

Come ride these waves to the other side. Long with me, with Andy, Red, and Jesus. Ride in the red t-bird, top down, heading west. Feel the sea-breeze and sunshine on your face. Go 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. Don't you remember the scene from Shawshank? The warden opens the Bible to the book of Exodus and finds the implement of freedom. And right there the Pharaoh is undone. And Satan is thrown down. By this pick ax buried in scripture. By this staff of Moses challenging the arrogance of Pharaoh.  By this cross of Christ still speaking loudly in the echoes of history. It was done a clump of dirt at a time. Chipping, digging, and scratching overtime in the tunnel. But when the ground broke...

The resolve to get to the other side sustains the journey. It was a long time coming.

But it came.

'Let my people go' was answered in a moment on a cross. Exodus began at the very moment of the resolve of resistance. It is finished when Jesus would not cooperate and when Andy would not give in and when Martin Luther King said no to the oppression that would hold him in bondage. Just when the dark forces thought they had won the ground breaks forth and the creation blooms. Just when it looks like the end, like it’s too late or too hopeless. It's just at that moment that the sun breaks through at the song of vindication. Laugh at the irony of it all Sarah. Go ahead and dance Miriam. Smile Andy Dufrense. And rise up Jesus.

We are going home. Countless as the sand on the seashore. I count myself as one who will break the shell of death. A star amongst the millions of lights in the deep, black, night.

Jesus walked a thousand miles to shed this skin. And it’s a thousand spoons to get out of this hole. And I will leave as well Because my skin don't fit me no more. This mortal tent will fall away like a wisp of smoke. The grave-clothes in my tomb will lie lonely in a heap. Because no one's home.

Andy has left the building. Jesus has left the building. I have left the building. We are going. We have packed our suitcase for a place that we've never been. It is a place that has to be believed to be seen.

I believe.

I can taste the salt. I can feel the wash. Somewhere over the rainbow way up high and wide, oh so wide, as broad as the deep blue sea is a place. I believe it. I feel it, I can taste it. And we are never going back to Shawshank again. I hope to see my friends. All of us gathered round a table. I am Homeward Bound. And 'I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination...'

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