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Good Friday … What Our King did for EVERY.ONE.OF.US. ~ EVERY.ONE.


I wrote this in 2008 … and today I reflect on this Tremendous act of Unconditional Love poured out for all of us … ALL OF US. EVERY.ONE.

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Every nerve and sinew in his body screams in pain. Unimaginable pain, with the intense heat like that of the midday sun. The thought of one more step assaults his senses. Yet the consequences for stopping sets a chill in his blood. This sacrifice was always beyond his human control, yet he had chosen, still, to come. The heavy, rustic beam he bears upon his back literally carries the weight of the world. The dead weight of a lost world. Scraping and tearing at his raw skin, the weight of it bears upon his very soul. Sweat and blood pour into his eyes, blurring his vision as he looks up and begins to pray. Determinedly, he raises his eyes to the heavens, in prayer. dismissing the pain in his body.
Throngs of people bustle about. Some entertained, still others appear to be in mourning, somehow. Do they understand? Can they possibly know the cost of what is happening? Sadly, he thinks, most do not. Worse, some never will. It is for those, the very ones who do not know, that he endures this to the end. A necessity, he knows, for humanity.
From the very beginning he knew the outcome of his last three years on this earth. The consequences of the choice he made. His humanity takes him aback, astonished to realize the fear and the desire to be released from this task. He begins, himself, asking why; just like a man, he thinks to himself. Yet, the ultimate knowledge of the necessity of all of this remains the reason he came to this place, after all.
Finding himself at his destination, a sigh of exhaustion escapes. Very soon now, he thinks to himself. God’s will be done, he prays. Silently his glance grazes the crowd. Brutally he is thrown upon the beam he carried to this ravaged place. The loud din of the crowd molests his ears. He senses familiar presences in the crowd. They are here, doing just the things that were spoken at their dinner on the previous night.
His brothers do all of the things prophesied, to their horror and shame. They look on in sorrow and revulsion. Ashamed of their acts of denial and their human inability to stop the looming end to this saga. Not able to truly understand the necessity. These chosen followers remain unaware of their importance in this history of the world. Yet they stand upon the threshold of that understanding.
Intense flaming pain pierces his thoughts. His prayer is continual now, he seeks the end of this ordeal. Fiery pokers of shoot from his fingertips up his arms with lightning speed, as they are secured to the beam. His feet and legs feel this immensity of agony next. Then the bottom falls out.
He is raised above the crowd. A sense of vertigo takes hold as he is swung from ground level to the heights of heaven. Audible gasps and cries are clearly heard, even a familiar scream, muffled in fear. The weight of his slight frame assaulted by the pin point agony in his hands and feet, as all of his weight is bore by his agony weakened limbs, being held by only course nails. Cramping pain begins to pulsate within the muscles of these limbs. Vibrating through him with each beat of his heart.
Aware of those to each side of him, he looks to his right. Anger and disdain assault him from this side. A soul, unclean with anger, shouts obscenities and accusations his way. Turning his eyes and head from this sin, his sights meet those of a repentant man. This man acknowledges him in a way many have not. Somehow in his own repentance, he knows. Knows the identity of this middle man; this sacrificial life.
The thief begs his forgiveness, unashamedly. Admitting that this fate was earned by his own choice of actions. The man in the middle reassures this repentant soul. Promising that the kingdom of God would be his fate; assuring the thief that they will be joined there this very day, in paradise. With no doubt the repentant man believes.
With that the skies muddy to gray. Flashes of lightening, that only an angry God can create, lights the dank atmosphere. The wind picks up and the clouds move violently across the sky. The man looks up, with every ounce of energy spent. With his last bit of life he cries out to God. Forgive them Father, is his first intercessory prayer. They know not what they do! With that intercession complete he looks forward into the crowd. As the first drop of rain falls from the Creator’s eye, the man gives up his life and cries out, ‘It is done”. And he is gone.
Faintly in the distance a rending can be heard. A veil, thick with the blood of the Son of God, is rent from top to bottom. Fulfilling the words of the prophets and saving the world. With the fulfillment of the law a new covenant begins. The law obsolete and the old gone away.
All things are new. A new faith is born. A new hope is sown in the field of humanity. Three days will prove the words of the prophets of old. The keys to heaven will be restored to the rightful heir.
One act of unconditional love saves all of humanity.
One act of unconditional love moves the hand of God.
One act of unconditional love, from brother to brother, saves a world of souls. One act of unimaginable and unconditional love provides the inheritance to all, each and everyone.

 

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Sweet Sixteen


“Sixteen is a milestone, your life is just beginning.”

 

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“At 16, set your goals, turn your dreams into reality, you have you whole life ahead of you.”

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“Sixteen candles make a lovely light but not as bright as your eyes tonight.”

-  Author: Luther Dixon.

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“The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything.”

– Oscar Wilde

“May you build a ladder to the stars, And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young” – Bob Dylan

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“We’re never gonna be as young as we are tonight.” – The Summer Set

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Happy Sweet Sixteen, Presley!
May the sun always warm your shoulders and the rain only come when you want to dance.
Love, Andrea and Don Hutchinson
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What Is the Most Important Thing To God?


What Is the Most Important Thing To God?.

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2014 in AHutchinsonWords

 

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The four harsh truths that everyone in my generation needs to accept


Hopeannfaith:

Getting on with your life.
Our young are withering from the taunt of the entitlement dream. Dying slowly listening to a world that tells them, at once, that they are not worthy, yet someone, like their parents, owes them posh living and high wages for little work.
What our youth need to hear, from one of their own … a must read for the 18 to 30 somethings.

Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:

I’m a young person.

A ‘young adult,’ supposedly. I’m married with two kids and back problems, so I don’t necessarily feel like it all the time, but I do fall into that coveted 18-34 demographic.

As a young person, I take special note of all the bad press we tend to get. I’m sure you heard about the 18-year-old woman (not kid, not child, not teenager — woman) who sued her parents to force them to pay for her college tuition. She lost the first round in court, but you can bet that we haven’t read the last of this sordid tale.

I’m sure you’ve also heard about the various studies and reports, released every few months it seems, confirming and reconfirming and confirming again that people in my generation are very reluctant to move out of mom and dad’s house. A report this past summer found that over 21 million millennials are…

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Posted by on March 7, 2014 in AHutchinsonWords

 

10 Ways to Show Love to Someone With Depression – The Darling Bakers


Good reminders for those who get lost when loving someone with any form of depression.

10 Ways to Show Love to Someone With Depression – The Darling Bakers.

 

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Explaining Matthew McConaughey’s Confounding Acceptance Speech

Explaining Matthew McConaughey’s Confounding Acceptance Speech

Hopeannfaith:

Amen and praise God! Alright, alright, alright!

Originally posted on Entertainment:

What exactly did he mean by all that?

After winning for his role as Ron Woodroof in Dallas Buyer’s Club, Matthew McConaughey launched into a semi-bizarre tale about his inner life. Here is what we learned:

1. He needs someone to look up to, something to look forward to and someone to chase.

2. He wants to thank God, who he looks up to. God is all about gratitude.

3. He wants to thank his family, who he looks forward to. His deceased father, he believes, is celebrating with a big pot of gumbo and a can of Miller Lite. His mother, still with us, taught him how to respect himself.

4. The person he chases is himself, 10 years into the future. He knows he will never catch up, but he wants to find out who that guy will turn out to be.

5. To all of that, he…

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Posted by on March 3, 2014 in AHutchinsonWords

 

HUMBLE EGO TRIP?


Hopeannfaith:

Which side of the Cross are you on?
The side of the Law? Or the side of Grace?
What is past is past … and the Law has been fulfilled, let’s get on the right side of the Cross: Grace.

Originally posted on juliesramblings:

            I remember thinking, during a worship service, how grateful I was for the cross.  I was imagining myself standing at the bottom, looking down at his blood, and feeling so very overwhelmed with my own unworthiness.  In the midst of this tremendous emotional drama, I heard in my mind (in my own voice…like a random thought) the words, “You are on the wrong side of the cross.”  It caught me up short!  What?  What does that mean I thought, wrong side?

            At the time, I didn’t realize the importance of that statement.  I understood that it meant that I needed to get into the forgiveness side of things, but didn’t really know what that meant.  But, I knew it was the Lord.

Most of my Christian walk (since 1975), I’ve felt unworthy or less than.  When I was first born again, I didn’t…

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Posted by on February 28, 2014 in AHutchinsonWords

 
 
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