Keeping Up With Salvation

Keeping Up With Salvation

– Taarika Chandy I have a big problem, a bone to pick (if you will) with the message of salvation. And it is this. To truly understand the vastness of God’s forgiveness, first a girl has to go into her past and remember all the things she’s done wrong, all the times she’s messed up or put her foot on the wrong path. This is unfortunately not a very exciting way to spend an evening. There’s a lot of cringing in shame, wriggling in embarrassment, and trying to be as numb as possible, to the vivid technicolour memory playing out like a particularly garish episode in a TV series. But last week I had a weird thought. It was, quite frankly, shocking. We’ve all been there; that moment when you’re suddenly dizzy at the weight of a mistake you’ve just made, the moment when your best friend/husband/wife/ gets tears in their eyes because of something you just blurted out, the moment that you wish you could run away from, the sense of shame you want to bury beneath the umpteenth repetition of “I didn’t mean it”. Well, there I was, standing and re-living these occasions in my own life, when my beautiful Saviour suddenly walked into the frame. He glanced at me, smiled at my shock and while I was still standing there with my mouth open, He did something completely crazy. He walked towards me, turned me around and pushed me out of the frame. Then He stood in my place. Suddenly those words, the same ones that I cringe thinking about, were coming out of His mouth....
Love

Love

– Karen Grace Soans I was sitting and sniffling at my aunt’s place. Sick again. We decided to watch the movie Still Alice to take my mind off my nose that had been replaced overnight with a faucet. The movie depicts Alice’s struggles with early onset Alzheimer’s. It ends with Alice, with a glass of juice between her trembling fingers, listening to Lydia, the youngest of her three daughters. Lydia recites a section of the play Angels in America and asks her one questions: “What was it about mom, what I just read?” The movie ends with Alice’s one word reply. In the failed attempts of lost memory and fumbled speech, a single word leaps out of Alice’s mouth: Love. As the credits rolled, I began thinking, about memory, identity and love. I have always wondered at this particular emotion. The Bible uses it as a description of God, saying that he IS love. What does it mean to be the very nature of Love? To be identified as the embodiment of an emotion as love? I was reminded of a sermon we had on love and relationships that talked of the different Greek words for love. Agape is a love given independent of the receiver. It is a hundred percent give, zero percent expect. Are we capable of Agape? There is so much going on in the world. I sometimes feel like I’m living in a giant maze of gears. And the millions of decisions we make turn these gears every which way, eventually leading to the clanging and groaning of a machine I call humanity. I can...