Me too.

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Put On the New Self 

If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.

Put to death therefore what is earthly in you: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry. On account of these the wrath of God is coming. In these you too once walked, when you were living in them. But now you must put them all away: anger, wrath, malice, slander, and obscene talk from your mouth. Do not lie to one another, seeing that you have put off the old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator. Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.

Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Colossians 3:1-17

English Standard Version (ESV)

The joke is on Satan.

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The empty chair.

It is done.

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Suspended between Earth and Heaven... descended to the place of the dead.

The Revelation to John

P.M. Summer, 2012

"Don't fear: I am First, I am Last, I'm Alive. I died, but I came to life, and my life is now forever. See these keys in my hand? They open and lock Death's doors, they open and lock Hell's gates."

Revelation 1:17-18, The Message

Forgive us, for we just don't know.

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That's me on the far right.

Ecce Homo
Andrew Hudgins

Christ bends, protects his groin. Thorns gouge his forehead, and his legs are stippled with dried blood. The part of us that's Pilate says, Behold the man. We glare at that bound, lashed, and bloody part of us that's Christ. We laugh, we howl, we shout. Give us Barabbas, not knowing who Barabbas is, not caring. A thief? We'll take him anyway. A drunk? A murderer? Who cares? It's better him than this pale ravaged thing, this god. Bosch knows. His humans waver, laugh, then change to demons as if they're seized by epilepsy. It spreads from eye to eye, from laugh to laugh until, incited by the ease of going mad, they go. How easy evil is! Dark voices sing, You can be evil or you can be good, but good is dull, my darling, good is dull. And we're convinced: How lovely evil is! How lovely hell must be! Give us Barabbas!

Lord Pilate clears his throat and tries again: I find no fault in this just man. It's more than we can bear. In gothic script our answer floats above our upturned eyes. O crucify, we sing. O crucify him!