Monday, December 22, 2014

Hey, Jude!

The Book of Jude is only twenty-five verses long, yet so rich !

Theological conundrums, strange angelic tales of yore, a beautiful, oft overlooked prayer, and stern warnings for apostates with expressive little poetic denunciations.

Listen to his little series of similes, directed at the apostate teachers and infused with unexpected vividness:

They are like clouds carried along by the wind, but bring no rain.

They are like late autumn trees stripped clean of leaf and fruit, pulled up by the roots and completely dead.

They are like wild waves of the sea, with their shameful deeds showing up like empty foam.

They are like wandering stars, for whom God has reserved a place forever in the deepest darkness.

He closes his short epistle with a wonderful, short prayer. 

Clear your throat, muster up your best radio voice, and say this aloud:

"Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forevermore. "

Amen and amen.

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