John 8 + the Bard on Peace

The Quarrel Of Oberon and Titania
The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania by Joseph Patton

Lord Jesus said: Whoever keeps my word will never see death.

So they asked Him, “Who do you make yourself out to be?”

Lord Jesus sounded a little bit like He was calling Himself God. Actually, it sounded a lot like that. “Before Abraham came to be, I am.” Yahweh. God’s ancient name.

They convicted Him of blasphemy. That’s the central drama of the condemnation of the Christ. Who is He?

A true Israelite worships the one God. Same goes for any conscientious, intellectually consistent human being. Honest religion involves: worshiping the one, mysterious, all-powerful God, before Whom we human beings must humble ourselves. To equate ourselves with God? Monstrous.

shakespeareBut the Christ did not blaspheme. He is God. The Apostles preached it. And we worked it all out in the fourth century A.D. Jesus Christ: God from God. Light from Light. True God from true God. Never created by God. Rather, the Creator. Along with the Father and the Holy Spirit.

They convicted the Creator of blasphemy. But herein lies the peace we can find by holding the Christian faith. They condemned Him, because He spoke the truth about Who He is, namely the true God. But then He showed religion more pure, more humble, than any human being has ever shown. The son of the Virgin Mary offered Himself in sacrifice to the Father.

…Now, one thing we had before the virus, and still have during the virus, and will continue to have after the virus: William Shakespeare.

If you know the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream, you know that confusion and devilment disturb the relations of some loving couples. But then the fairy king Oberon resolves to put all to rights. He orders his assistant Robin Puck:

Thou see’st these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie, therefore, Robin; overcast the night.
...And lead the testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another’s way…
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision.
Then I will my queen’s charm’d eye release
From monster’s view, and all things shall be peace.

…May God give us the peace that surpasses all understanding. For Holy Week. Forever.

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