Fighting To Save

Red To Black To Blue

Christ was so engaged with humans and in his earthly ministry right up until he was betrayed but after that he became passively disengaged.  In fact, if you read a red-letter edition of the Bible the text goes from mostly red to mostly black.  Everyone else in the event is very engaged, pitiless mostly, some out of fear, most out of the heartlessness of the fall.  Christ just selflessly gave himself over to the fall for each of us.  We are still mostly pitiless, fallen, heartless, given over to our self-promotions, while politicians and the media fan our heartless flames.  I was reminded of the harshness of heartlessness this morning, how everyone and everything is mired in the fall and is groaning under its weight.  Our bluebird box, which we have anxiously watched for days because it held five little pale blue eggs, was set upon overnight by a heartless force.  There was a war in the box, blue feathers, nest, and one lone egg was all that was left from the violent encounter, something killing, something fighting to save.  I walked away down to the river and stood looking out over the earth praying that me and mine will always be fighting to save, red to black to blue—To Light.