Scandalous...
I (David) just finished a book called Scandalous, The Cross and Resurrection of Jesus, by D.A. Carson. I intended to read it all over Easter weekend, but it was to heavy to read lightly. I love books that make me process. In the last chapter he quotes a poem written by Edward Shillito that I thought was amazing and worth a blog. Shillito wrote this poem from the viewpoint of the maimed and suffering British soldiers returning from WWI. Jesus of the Scars If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow; We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars. The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place. Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm? Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace. If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near, Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine; We know today what wounds are; have no fear; Show us Thy...