02 April 2010

It's Friday. But Sunday's Comin.

Today is important. Without today, my faith would have no meaning.

Listen to this really cool sermon by Tony Campolo:

Youtube Video: It's Friday, but Sunday's comin.

 Here is the physical account of Jesus' death:

The physical passion of the Christ begins in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of this initial suffering, I shall only discuss the one of physiological interest; the bloody sweat. It is interesting that the physician of the group, St. Luke, is the only one to mention this. He says, “And being in agony, He prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground”.

Every attempt imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away this phrase, apparently under the mistaken impression that this just doesn’t happen. A great deal of effort could be saved by consulting the medical literature. Though very rare, the phenomenon of Hematidrosis or bloody sweat is well documented. Under great emotional stress, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process alone could have produced marked weakness and possible shock.

We shall move rapidly through the betrayal and arrest; I must stress that important portions of the passion story are missing from this account. This may be frustrating to you, but in order to adhere to our purpose of discussing only the purely physical aspects of the Passion, this is necessary.

After the arrest in the middle of the night, Jesus was brought before the Sanhedrin and Caiphas, the High Priest; it is here that the first physical trauma is inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiphas. The palace guards then blindfolded Him and mockingly taunted Him to identify them as they each passed by, spat on Him, and struck Him in the face.

In the morning, Jesus, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and exhausted from a sleepless night, is taken across Jerusalem to the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. You are, of course, familiar with Pilate’s action in attempting to pass responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate.
It was then, in response to the cries of the mob, that Pilate ordered Bar-Abbas released and condemned Jesus to scourging and crucifixion. There is much disagreement among authorities about scourging as a prelude to crucifixion. Most Roman writers from this period do not associate the two. Many scholars believe that Pilate originally ordered Jesus scourged as his full punishment and that the death sentence by crucifixion came only in response to the taunt by the mob that the Procurator was not properly defending Caesar against this pretender who claimed to be the King of the Jews.

Preparations for the scourging are carried out. The prisoner is stripped of His clothing and His hands are tied to a post above His head. It is doubtful whether the Romans made any attempt to follow the Jewish law in this matter of scourging. The Jews had an ancient law prohibiting more than forty lashes. The Pharisees, always making sure that the law was strictly kept, insisted that only thirty-nine lashes be given. (In case of a miscount, they were sure of remaining within the law.) The Roman legionnaire steps forward with the flagrum (or flagellum) in his hand. This is a short whip consisting of several heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each.

The heavy whip is brought down with full force again and again across Jesus shoulders, back and legs. At first the heavy thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continue, they are cut deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin, and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles. The small balls of lead first produce large, deep bruises which are broken open by subsequent blows. Finally the skin of the back is hanging in long ribbons and the entire area is an unrecognizable mass of torn bleeding tissue. When it is determined by the centurion in charge that the prisoner is near death, the beating is finally stopped.

The half-fainting Jesus is then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with His own blood. The Roman soldiers see a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be a king. They throw a robe across His shoulders and place a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still need a crown to make their travesty complete. A small bundle of flexible branches covered with long thorns (commonly used for firewood) are plaited into the shape of a crown and this is pressed into His scalp. Again there is copious bleeding (the scalp being one of the most vascular areas of the body.) After mocking Him and striking Him across the face, the soldiers take the stick from His hand and strike Him across the head, driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tire of their sadistic sport and the robe is torn from His back. This had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, causes excruciating pain...almost as though He were again being whipped - and the wounds again begin to bleed.

In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans return His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross is tied across His shoulders and the procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves and the execution detail of the Roman soldiers, headed by a centurion, begins its slow journey along the Via Dolorosa. In spite of His efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden cross together with the shock produced by copious blood loss is too much. He stumbles and falls. The rough wood of the beam gouges into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tries to rise, but human muscles have been pushed beyond their endurance. The centurion, anxious to get on with the crucifixion, selects a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus follows, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650 yard journey from the fortress Antonia to Golgotha is finally completed. The prisoner is again stripped of His clothes - except for a loin cloth which is allowed the Jews.

The crucifixion begins, Jesus is offered wine mixed with Myrrh, a mild analgesic mixture. He refuses to drink. Simon is ordered to place the cross on the ground and Jesus is quickly thrown backward with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexibility and movement. The patibulum is then lifted in place at the top of the stipes and the titulus reading “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews” is nailed in place.

The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim is now crucified. As He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain – the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves. As He pushes Himself upward to avoid this wrenching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there is the searing agony of the tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet.

At this point, another phenomenon occurs. As the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by His arms, the pectoral muscles are paralyzed and the intercostal muscles are unable to act. Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and the cramps partially subside. Spasmodically, He is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen. It was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences which are recorded:

The first, looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”.

The second, to the penitent thief, “Today thou shalt be with me in Paradise”.

The third, looking down at the terrified, grief stricken, adolescent John, (the beloved Apostle), He said, “Behold thy mother”, and looking to Mary, His mother, “Woman behold thy son”.

The fourth cry is from the beginning of the 22nd Psalm, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

Hours of this limitless pain, cycles of twisting joint rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber: then another agony begins. A deep crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart.

Let us remember again the 22nd Psalm (the 14th verse), “I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax, it is melted in the midst of my bowels.”

It is now almost over - the loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level - the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissue – the tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to draw in small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues send their flood of stimuli to the brain.

Jesus gasps His fifth cry, “I thirst”.

Let us remember another verse from the prophetic 22nd Psalm: “My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.”

A sponge soaked in Posca, the cheap, sour wine which is the staple drink of the Roman legionnaires, is lifted to His lips. He apparently does not take any of the liquid. The body of Jesus is now in extremis and He can feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brings out His sixth words – possibly little more than a tortured whisper.

“It is finished.”

His mission of atonement has been completed. Finally He can allow his body to die. With one last surge of strength, he once again presses His torn feet against the nail, straightens His legs, takes a deeper breath, and utters His seventh and last cry, “Father into thy hands I commit my spirit.”

The rest you know. In order that the Sabbath not be profaned, the Jews asked that the condemned men be dispatched and removed from the crosses. The common method of ending a crucifixion was by cruxifracture, the breaking of the bones of the legs. This prevents the victim from pushing himself upward; the tension could not be relieved from the muscles of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred.

The legs of the two thieves were broken, but when they came to Jesus they saw that this was unnecessary, thus fulfilling the scripture, “…not one bone shall be broken”.
Apparently to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance through the fifth interspace between the ribs, upward through the pericardium and into the heart. The 34th verse of the 19th chapter of the Gospel according to John: “And immediately there came out blood and water”. Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding the heart and blood from the interior of the heart. We, therefore, have rather conclusive post-mortem evidence that Our Lord died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium.

Thus we have seen a glimpse of the epitome of evil which man can exhibit toward man - and toward God. This is not a pretty sight and is apt to leave us despondent and depressed. How grateful we can be that we have a sequel: A glimpse of the infinite mercy of God toward man - the miracle of the atonement and the expectation of Easter morning!



C. Truman Davis, M.D., M.S.
(Originally published in Arizona Medical Association’s Arizona Medicine, March, 1965.)

22 March 2010

Only at CCU...

...does your teacher get diagnosed with stage 3 ovarian cancer...
and the whole class surround her, place hands on her, and take turns praying for her recovery.

It was pretty beautiful. It is days like these when I am blessed that I go to CCU.

01 March 2010

My Best Friend


I have this affinity toward dogs. I always have-- maybe since that is all I grew up with. Well, I was lucky enough to receive the best Christmas gift ever, Aida Elle. We call her Bucky. Or Tot. Or Bucklet. Or Buckton. She answers to almost anything. (above is a picture of Aida after Lindsey managed to put a t-shirt on her!)

She is my best friend. I have never loved anything more than I have her. I didn't even know this kind of love was possible. I would do anything for this little puppy. She has such a beautiful, sweet personality. (and the cleanest teeth I have ever seen!)-- Thanks to Kelly, since I use her toothbrush to brush Bucky's teeth. :)

Aida sleeps with me every night, snuggled in the crook of my legs or cuddled in my arms. It has become so hard for me to sleep without her. I am not sure what my future husband will do, because she won't want to share the bed! :)

I think dogs are a true gift from God- maybe one of His best creations! I heard a super corny story about when God created dogs. Here is the gist of it:
Adam and Eve were in the garden. After the fall, Adam and Eve were apart from God. So He created an animal that would reflect the character of God for Adam and Eve and stay with them as they left Eden. God created this animal. Adam asked, "Well, what should I name it? I already used up all the names with the other creatures."

God answered, "Name it dog, since it is a reflection of my character, you should be reminded of that because it is also a reflection of my name."
This made me cry. I know it isn't true, but there is a lot of truth to it. Dogs are the most selfless, loving creatures. They would do anything to please their owners and love on them. Aida doesn't sleep if no one is in the basement with her, she usually stays at the top of the stairs wimpering.

If she is left alone for a long time, she will chew off a piece of blanket, bring it to the top of the stairs, and push it under the door, just begging for attention. All she wants is to be with us and around us. She hasn't met a person she doesn't love from the beginning. She will follow you from room to room, just to be with you. She isn't independent.

Dogs are truly a reflection of God's love and character. I wish I could be as selfless and loving as Bucky.

24 February 2010

shema

Love God. Love others. 

--Deuteronomy 6:4-9

God desires us to be in relation with one another. We were created to be relational beings, modeled after God. In Genesis 1, the creation story refers to "us" and "our." My perspective is that The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit all were there at creation. The whole Trinity. From the beginning we were created "in Our image in Our likeness" (italics mine, Genesis 1:26). Therefore, God was not alone even at the beginning. There was the trinity. 

Throughout the Scripture, over and over again community and fellowship is emphasized. Specifically, this is seen in the early church. Acts 2:42-47: 
They devoted themselves to the apostle's teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

I notice something really cool about relationships. Maybe this is just my own observation, but perhaps it carries over to others, too. 

A great friend and I were talking a couple weeks ago and catching up. Now, we haven't hung out in almost a year, maybe longer, yet we picked up right where we left off. It was as if no time had passed and we were as close as we ever had been. We discussed how this was possible. We came up with a solution: Jesus.

God creates us to be in relationships with others. When he is the backbone of those relationships, our friendships connect on deeper levels. Not only can we talk about life, but we automatically have a connection that normal friendships do not have. The Holy Spirit. I have found this not only as completely divine and awesome, but slightly saddening. 

I always wonder why my non-Christian friends and I never seem to connect deeply. Sure, there is friendship, but it just seems incomplete. This is why. God needs to be the center of ALL relationships, not just intimate, marriage-type relationships. When God is the center, he is able to work through us and be expressed through us. I find this so true. The few friends I have that are Christians, I have the closest, most intimate connections with. They are the kind of relationships where we can pick right back up where we last left off no matter how long it has been. 

It makes me a little frustrated that I don't seek those God honoring friendships more often. Yet, it is really cool that I do have those relationships where God exists. 

God is really cool. Just thought you should know.

17 February 2010

Faceless Fast Musings: Day 1

It is a good thing there is the beautiful creation of stumbleupon.com. Because I think I need to soften the blow of yanking the facebook rug out from under me by just spending more time on another addiction. This is the top stumbleupon link of the day: http://kev.needham.ca/gallery2/d/1433-2/jesus_wtf_big.jpg. It just made me giggle a tad.

I have gone without facebook before. I mean, the first 12 years of my life were without any social networking sites. I survived... right?

Anyways, this isn't really that big of a deal, but in all reality, I do spend more time on facebook each day than probably anything else. Pathetic. I know. I have always been a nosy person, but facebook enables me to bring my nosiness to the next level. I feel like I have some sort of entitlement to do so. If we are friends on facebook, then you are posting things that I have the ability to see. You are basically asking me to do so. :)

I think you know you've created something popular when people choose to fast from it for Lent. I've never heard someone say, "I think I'm going to fast from eating eggs." Because eggs are not delicious. (Okay, so that's my own opinion).

Well fellow facebook addicts, I am writing from the outside. I'm here to tell you that it is possible to go a day without checking your facebook. Hopefully, I'll find the chance to write everyday about new epiphanies going on in my life. (and my snarky comments that I usually post as my status updates. Yeah, those are going to go on here! :))

I'm very tempted to converse with my other facebook creepers about what is going on within the blue and white webpages, but I will try to refrain. Unless, of course, something major happens! Like a relationship status change!!!!!! (I'm being sarcastic. I know it is strange, because I'm never sarcastic. But I don't really think that is of utmost importance). 

Tomorrow my post will be on relationships and how we are created to be relational beings. (and how not being on facebook aids/hinders this). Stay tuned.

P.S. I even turned off facebook texts from my cell phone.
P.P.S. If you want to still communicate with me. Use my email. Or text message. Or comment on the original blog post. (This is just an RSS feed on facebook-- click "View Original Message" at the bottom).
P.P.P.S. I did pretty darn well on Buzzell's exam today! :)

Love you to all,
Jess

27 January 2010

Team Members


Well, some team members have come and gone... but I think this may be our final bunch. :)

07 January 2010

uganda information

I am going to Uganda, May 10-28 (ish). I am going with my wonderful team leader, Rachel Stephens... who is working so hard on this!!!!! Also with, Wendie Weldon, Tim Vargo, Cole Johnson, Jessiah Bram, and Tim Spencer. (and our staff leader-- Ed Black).

We are headed to a community about a six hour drive from Lira, Uganda. We are working with Food for the Hungry. Basically-- we will be building classrooms, teaching a vbs, and whatever else food for the hungry says to do. :) It should be a grand time!