When I got up this morning, as usual, at 3:00 AM, I played the dispatch chatter above. I’m sure you’ll agree that it sets a certain tone for the day. It’s always stunning to me how steadily calm the dispatch guy is. The only time his voice raises in pitch a bit is when he warning the guys NOT TO TAKE THE ELEVATORS as they are about to fall. He’s knows that his message in split seconds will save lives and he wants to make sure everyone hears what he says clearly. Awesome.
Fake news recently said about events on September 11, 2001 that a plane did something. Poor plane. The plane had nothing to do with it. And it’s not just that some people did something. It’s Islamicist terrorists who murdered thousands of individuals, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, grandmothers and grandfathers, police and firefighters and medical personnel, thousands of individuals who never did anything to cowardly Islamicist terrorists. We have to say what happened and who did it. It’s never the case, as the Dems would have it, to mockingly ask: “What difference does it make?” But let’s see what Jesus says about this.
It’s in the parable of the prodigal son. The prodigal spent his would-be inheritance before his father died, meaning that he wished his father to just go ahead and drop dead. What an el creepo. Do you think the father didn’t know this, didn’t care? Did the father just say that “someone did something,” and shrug his shoulders? Upon the prodigal’s return, the father, embracing him, said out loud for all the world to hear just how serious the sin of the prodigal was:
“This my son was dead.” The father wanted the son to know that the father knew how serious and personal the sin was, so that the son could appreciate that the father was forgiving the son just that much. This cost the father plenty to do this. The Greek text doesn’t say that the father had compassion or pity when he saw the prodigal returning. It says that the father’s heart was sacrificed. Yep. That’s personal:
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…