Worth the read:
For forty days, the sign out front has read, “Christ is risen. Alleluia!” Now it’s time to change it, and the other day I was wondering if there was something “Ascensiony” to put there. My first fleeting thought turned out to be inappropriate: “Christ is gone. Alleluia!”
Yet isn’t that the way we treat the Ascension? Christ is gone, so we can live as we please.
Christ is gone, and so His Word can be ignored.
Christ is gone, and we must make our own way.
Christ is gone, but He has left us rules. -OR- Christ is gone, but He taught us to throw away all rules.
But then also, Christ is gone, and so we have no comfort. Christ is gone, and we are left with ourselves – our brokenness, our misery, our failures. Christ is gone, and we have replaced him with constitutions and bylaws, synods and programs, social causes and feel-good music. Yet it all fails, and we are left empty, and finally, alone.
And there is something horrible about being alone . . .