Josephine Butler (1828-1906) | Colossians 1:15-20
by Andrew Stephens-Rennie
Bright, blinding lights ahead.
You stare. Transfixed.
Unable to move, unable to see, unable to comprehend
All that is before you
All that you’re taking in
All that this could be.
All that this might mean.
Bright, blinding lights ahead
And I struggle to avert my gaze.
Transfixed, uncomfortable, unnerved.
Desiring deeply to move from this place
To look away, to close my eyes, never to be confronted
With all that is before me
With all that I’ve taken in
With all that this could be
With all that this might mean
For he is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or powers—all things have been created through him and for him.
And I stand there transfixed, unable to move, unable to see, unable to comprehend the vastness, the implications of what this might mean. Unable to wrap my mind around what it might mean for such a thing to be true.
This one. This man. This Jesus. Conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. This very same Jesus who suffered under Pontius Pilate. The very same one who was crucified, died, and was buried. This one. The image of an invisible God. The firstborn of all creation. The one who has been raised from the dead.
If you’re anything like me, and I don’t know if you are, you stop. You stare. Transfixed. Excited. Worried. Unable to comprehend what this might mean.
You stop here in the heart of Colossae, an outpost of the Roman Empire. In the heart of East Vancouver.
You stop, transfixed.
Transfixed by what, in this world, sounds like fanatical heresy. Unable to move, for fear of being accused of treason. Worried to look, for fear of being named a co-conspirator. Unwilling to comprehend the power and the extent of this claim. Full comprehension might mean the end. Read the rest of this entry »