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The Platypus Stresseth Not

Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn
from me,
For I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.

Matthew 11:28, 29

All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Jesus and what is the first thing He says after declaring this? There's not lists of demands, no threat of apocalypse (though that cannot be ignored) but a wonderful call: "Come to me and I will give you rest." He has the authority to declare a Sabbath rest for God's people. These are the words of the Prince of Peace. Break time has come, the holiday is near at hand. Throw down the tools of your enslavement! Turn aside from the burdens of a dying race inhabiting a dying world. Here is water, here is food, here is the wonderful secret behind the whole cosmos that has been forgotten by the silent planet: the ultimate reality is JOY! Here is your Christ! Here is no uber man, but God become Man, the One who tears back the vale confusion and breaks the chains of the will to self! No more! No more are we to be trapped inside our own head! No more the petty tyrannies of demons and empty philosophies! No more the endless rules and proscription by which the ancients in vain sought to bring man to the heavens! Heaven has come down and pitched His banner upon the earth! Come to Him, you thrals of sin, as deserters from a tyrant usurper flee to the true King. Leave your concentration camp for the day of your liberation is at hand. Heap no more the piles of slag amidst the dark satanic mills. Come to Him, and He will give you rest, for He alone has the authority and the power to do it. To Him be the glory! Amen.

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K-W said…
Amen. Aleluia.
11:44 AM
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