Nonsensical Ramblings of Mark

Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. Matthew 27:59-60 I overlooked this. I have no idea how many times I have read through the Easter story about the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ and had ignored the fact that he was buried in Joseph's tomb. Jesus pinned his entire ministry not on his teachings or his healing - though he taught excellently and healed so many. No, his whole message, every single one of his claims of divinity, everything hinged on one fact: his resurrection. That makes what happened to his body after he was taken down from his cross of inestimable importance. You would think that, if his followers wanted to plan their "deception" well, they would have hastily buried him somewhere that no one knew. Maybe they would have thrown the body outside of the city gates in a refuse pile or hastily dug a shallow grave to cover it. No, they really screwed this one up ...

"Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?"  - PIL, Acid Drops The censor. The one who decides what to let through and what to suppress. The arbiter. The one who chooses. I am firmly convinced that man had been created by God to rule the earth. To be its king as he subdued and ruled over it with a benevolent and righteous rule. For all of his intents and purposes he was to function as the censor, decider, arbiter. In that way, he was to be like God. The image of God in a world that needed to be reined in. One that needed to be tamed. Man was just the one to do it. Yet, as God-like as he was intended to be, he was never to be so God-like that he would become his own measure. He was never to apply his internal standards to what he saw. He was never to move, independently.  He abdicated his throne when he attempted to do what he was not created to do: determine what ought to be from what was. He violated his purpose, the purpose his creator gave him. Once he violated h...