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Hot Jesus

Posted by hrgarippa on 17 December, 2008

Am I allowed to say that?


We (Mindy and I) just finished showing the movie, The Gospel of

John, to our Tuesday Night Bible Study Girls Group (which needs a

better name by the way, any ideas?). It is a great movie that very

accurately portrays that book. I loved seeing what I’ve been reading

come alive. We’ve prayed that it would help the girls better grasp

the things we are teaching, however I think we (or Hollywood or the

devil) might have compounded another issue; lust.


Here is the Jesus from The Gospel of John:



 Yes, That is Desmond from Lost.


At one point when he “laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist”…ya know to wash the disciple’s feet. I was completely distracted. (Ya’ll this is as real as it’s gonna get on this blog.) And the girls they were also distracted…I think Amber might have whooped at Jesus.


The only one who kept it together was Mindy…the only one she whoops at is Garrett.


How is it that I can be so easily distracted? One minute I’m totally tracking with Jesus (God, Incarnate), and the next I am completely thrown off the track by Henry Ian Cusick acting as Jesus and taking his outer garments off…Oh, my flesh is weak, so very weak.


I am so thankful for my Lord and Saviour…the absolute Real Jesus Christ who is beyond any sort of category like “hot”…he is Holy and Righteous and loves me beyond anything I can imagine. I pray that I would be more and more distracted by Him.


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Cephas and Me

Posted by hrgarippa on 15 December, 2008

“Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?”

          “Yes Lord; you know that I love you.”

“Feed my lambs.”


“Simon, son of John, do you love me?”

          “Yes Lord; you know that I love you.”

“Tend my sheep.”


“Simon, son of John, do you love me?” “Do you love me?”

          “Lord you know everything; you know that I love you.”

“Feed my sheep. Truly, truly, I say to you, when you were young, you used to dress yourself and walk wherever you wanted, but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will dress you and carry you where you do not want to go…..Follow me.”


Follow me. Follow me. Follow me.


I really like Peter. Mostly because I can relate with him, he is a real guy with real questions and he’s not afraid to ask them. I might like him because he doesn’t make me feel so bad; misery loves company or something like that.


I feel like these are the very words that are being spoken to me right now. “Hannah, do you love me?” Of course Lord. “Hannah, do you love me?” YES. Then feed, tend, love, clothe, babysit, take to school, share me with, cook for, clean for, drive, give up your life for my sheep. Then follow me. And quit looking for satisfaction in following me AND in following this world. It doesn’t work that way. And quit trying to match your life with the lives of others.


I love when Peter asks about the beloved disciple in John 21.21, and Jesus says, “If it is my will that he remain until I come, what is that to you?” You follow me!”


Man I feel like Jesus blows it up in that one statement. WHAT IS IT TO YOU? YOU FOLLOW ME!


And Peter does…all the way to death on a cross. Do I have that kind of faith? I know I don’t. Not right now. But I think I have something that resembles a mustard seed, and so maybe Jesus can take that and make it and my life look like something that will resemble Peter’s life.


Peter had his ups and his downs; his doubts and fears, his days of uncompromising courage and faith. Jesus knew them all before he called Peter to be a disciple. Jesus knows all my days too…knew them all before He called me…to be His.

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I Believe

Posted by hrgarippa on 9 December, 2008

Just in case you didn’t realize, the Christmas season is upon us…and folks I’m afraid it is going to be over, technically speaking, before we know it.

I love Christmas, but I’m not a die hard. I like to listen to Christmas music all year long, and I don’t mind watching White Christmas in July. And I certainly wouldn’t mind the beauty and wonder of the Holiday season being carried throughout the year.

One of my favorite things about this season is Santa Claus. I never believed in Santa when I was a kid. I never got presents from him. I always knew he was a myth. So I’ll never forget the first time my niece, Rachel told me she received a present from Santa. I was kind of shocked that my sister was going the “we believe in Santa” route, but as Rachel’s adoring aunt I wasn’t about to blow it for her. Over the years I’ve met other families that believe in Santa and as I’ve gotten older I’ve started to believe in Santa. I’m a little bit like Doris Walker in Miracle on 34th Street, it’s taken me some time to believe.

So you might be wondering, what exactly do I believe in? The North Pole, the Reindeer, the flying around the world in one crazy night. No.

I believe in the generosity, the love, the spirit of ole St. Nick. I believe in the innocence of children all around the world being children and believing that Santa could do what we as silly adults know is impossible. I believe in imagination. I believe in faith. And I believe in this silly man with a crazy long beard, and big ole belly, that looks different to different kids but that unites children from all countries…all languages.

Here is my favorite commerical right now…I’d love to say these things to my niece who was recently told there is no Santa.

This commerical comes from this….

Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?


VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

I had to include it all because it is so beautifully written and I can’t help but think that if she were asking, “Some of my little friends say there is no Jesus…no God” that this would be a similar response.

I am not trying to equate Santa Claus with Jesus, that I recoginize is dangerous ground. I am however saying that this Christmas we should all BELIEVE in the wonder of it all…The lights, the shiny ornaments, the food, the family time, Santa Clause and above all Jesus, God incarnate.

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