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March 27, 2005

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. -- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Today is Easter, the traditional day to celebrate Christ rising from the grave. But I don't feel like celebrating. Some would try to make me feel guilty that I would put anything else before Christ, but I haven't. We have 365 days out of the year to acknowledge and celebrate Christ's resurrection. How many people do? Especially of the ones that aren't bothered in the least that an innocent woman is slowly being tortured to death while the government looks on approvingly.

One Sabbath a man with a withered hand was presented to Jesus, so the Pharisees could blame Him of disrespecting the Sabbath if He healed the man. Jesus asked:

Is it lawful on the sabbath days to do good, or to do evil? to save life, or to destroy it?

Of course the Pharisees couldn't answer because they knew that doing good on the Sabbath was allowed. It wasn't disrespecting the Sabbath to do good, and I fail to see how it would be disrespecting Jesus to forgo celebrating His resurrection in light of the horrendous evil being perpetrated in Florida.

There is a time to celebrate, but there is also a time to mourn. I treasure the finished work Jesus accomplished on the cross, but I see no reason to limit the celebration of that to one day, and therefore see no reason that I should pretend to spend a day celebrating when I am constantly reminded of the tragedy unfolding in that dark and lonely room in a Florida Hospice. Tonight our church will be having the Lord's Supper, but in Pinellas Park Florida, the euthanasia advocate attorney for Terri's estranged husband -- the man who has taken a sizable chunk of the money that was supposed to go for her health care -- gloats over the fact that he is refusing to allow Terri to receive communion from her priest, but instead will supposedly receive it from the Hospice Chaplain. I say supposedly, because so far he has had nothing but contempt for Terri's faith, and I seriously doubt there is much more than pretense in mentioning the Chaplain.

I won't be going to church tonight, mainly because there was no mention, at all, of Terri's plight, and I, in good conscience could not partake of the Lord's Supper, while Terri was being denied Communion. The idea that a judge that calls himself a Southern Baptist has ordered nothing by mouth, in direct disregard for Terri's faith is outrageous, and that my own church feels it so trivial to not mention it, shames me.

Today is not a day for celebration -- it is a day for mourning. Mourning for the injustice being done to Terri, mourning for the nation America used to be -- but is no longer, mourning for the other - future - victims of America's obsession with death. Some day I'll celebrate Jesus resurrection, but not today.

Posted by Danny Carlton at March 27, 2005 02:05 PM

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Just think, though, of how blessed she will be when she gets to go to her creator. That, for her, will be a day of rejoicing, that I assure you.

No more pain, no more suffering, no more sadness. However unjust it is, at least for her, she will suffer no more.

Posted by: meeciteewurkor at March 27, 2005 06:08 PM

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