“Ride the crazy wheel of the twenty-first century
Well a million miles have come and gone
And there’s nothing left to bleed
Bear the cross of freedom
It burns me like a brand
That’s the price of miracles
The price of human demand
And the things I love they seem to allude me now
My time is raindrops falling on a rusty plow”
Last Train To Eden by Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Jim Mayer
“Bear the cross of freedom, it burns me like a brand.”
This week we find ourselves East of Eden. Due to our own choices and brokenness we find ourselves outside of Paradise. The cheering which took place on Sunday is quickly turning to worry and fear.
The baptismal font in the devotion is from St. James Piccadilly-London. It’s the font where William Blake was baptized. I like it because you can see Adam and Eve next to the tree. Learn more HERE.
We are making our journey to another tree, the cross. Much has been written about how this “tree” is present or absent in many theologies and even church buildings today. Jesus knew loneliness He knew abandonment. He felt betrayal, shame and pain. This wondrous love we celebrate came at a cost.
Today I’m meditating on the cost of discipleship. I’m grateful for what Jesus did for the world.