Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
The sufferings of Christ on the Cross at that singular moment of space-time history were sufficient to pay for all our sins forever. But they strangely do not end, not yet. For He suffers continually along with His persecuted people, asking Saul why he was persecuting Him—and He feels acutely also the wounds they inflict upon themselves. What the ultimate purpose of these additional sufferings is we do not know. But they certainly serve to highlight the depths of Christ’s identification with His people.
COMMENTARY, HEB. 6:6
Behold it, battered beyond recognition:
It gazes, hardly human, through the thorns.
Weeping tears of shame, yet still it scorns
To call down angels and abort the mission.
Wonder, then, how long in this condition
It can endure to be so bruised and torn,
To bear fresh wounds on those already born
And still remain strung up on exhibition.
The world looks on and thinks it comprehends:
“Another Promise failed, a Name besmirched;
So must all false Messiahs make amends.”
You recognize, impaled upon its perch,
The Body of our Savior? Oh, my friends—
This is the other Body of Christ: the Church.
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