a. Spare me. b. In the wake of recent misery, I found that I have a (transformational) theology of crucifixion, and the realization that I hadn't one before, as substitutionary atonement leaves me well-chilled.
Goodness, I love it when you talk theology. When you get a moment--yeah, that made me laugh out loud, too; as a pastor, I'm sure you have little to do at this time of year--do tell more.
Gee, that was a lot less horrible than I'd expected. I praise with faint damns! I guess because of my Renaissance/early-modern studies, I like echoes of Adam in Christ and Christ in Adam, microcosm and macrocosm--would the word* be "typology"?--and I kind-of almost came close to semi-liking this in that sense. Morphic echo of trunk in the upright, and exchanging gifts beneath a reminder of the gift He was born as. But still, no. Not only creepy, which again fits a Renaissance/early-modern sensibility (I'm fine with skulls at the feast), but wrongly mixing holidays. And creepy.
* I typoed this as "world," and word and world would be another.
Comments 4
b. In the wake of recent misery, I found that I have a (transformational) theology of crucifixion, and the realization that I hadn't one before, as substitutionary atonement leaves me well-chilled.
Reply
Reply
Reply
* I typoed this as "world," and word and world would be another.
Reply
Leave a comment