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The First Real Day of Spring

A wonderful look at Good Friday by N.D. Wilson. Excerpt from his book, Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl (Which by the way is one of the most artful books about theology I have ever read. Easily rivals C.S. Lewis, and I don’t say that lightly):

There is water in the world that once flew out of the mouths of guards and flecked the face of the Word Himself. There is iron that once tore at His back and iron that once coursed in His blood before it fell to the stones, left for the small animals to feed on in the night. Animals were born and spent a lifetime before being slaughtered, having their hides tanned and cut into strips, interwoven with stone and glass and lashing the skin off the One Poet’s back, baring ribs full of calcium. There are proteins still, somewhere in this world, that were used in His beard before soldiers clutched, not knowing how close their fingers came to the Infinite, and tore hard.

But there is nothing now made from His flesh decomposed. That seed sprouted long ago, the firstborn, sprung from the womb of death on the first real day of Spring.

Photo Credit: “Spring” by morning_rumtea on Flickr under CC by 3.0