This is one of my favorite poems by Luci Shaw. It’s a brief but beautiful picture of the deleterious effects of the atonement on Christ and its beneficial effects for us. At light speed, God speed, time collapses into now, so that we may see Christ’s wounds as still bleeding, his torso, that ready sponge,…

Sorry ladies, but if Jesus were with us today, he wouldn’t be the hot, grungy-looking musician you’d want to dance with at a nightclub. No, he’d be the homeless guy you stepped over to get to the nightclub.