The Naked Truth
01. Apr, 2010 
3 Comments
Just read about a twenty five year old naked man in Los Angelos trying to commit suicide from an old rusty cross on top of a church building. He was eventually brought down and led away. The story of Christ’s humiliation always challenges me to reflect on the areas of my life where I need to strip back. Here is a meditation I lead the other night at St Mary’s.
I find it hard to understand.
Why would God
The Father
God the Son
And God the Spirit
Three all one,
Agree as one
Feel as one
Live as one
Allow as one
The Son
to be stripped
Laid bare
Before
Such
Hate
Then
I think again
He stands stripped
Always stripped
Nothing to hide
The naked Truth
Alone
Pure
Undisputed
Integrity
The same on the inside
The same on the outside
Stripped
He is transparent
His clothes hide no shame
No mark
No blemish
Adam stands again
Innocent
God the Son
It is we who hide
Behind clothes
Labels
Brands
Crouched
Behind
Closed door
Closed hearts
Closed minds
Living out our secret thoughts and sins
Covering up
Covering over
Pretending
Preserving
Our own
Kingdom
Yet
You
Became
Sin
For me
For us
Stripped again
Of righteousness
Wearing our shame
Wearing our guilt
Wearing our shabby sin
So why would
God
Endure
The shame
Be stripped and stripped again
The question
Is asked
In heaven’s name
And from the throne a voice replies
God loves sinners
God loves sinners
God Loves sinners
Here in my nakedness
Stripped of self
My righteous rags
Fall to the ground
Clothe me Lord
From head to foot
Let your grace flow over me
By Grace I have been clothed
By faith alone
“He is transparent”
Is a wonderful reality. This I believe is the place to where God is leading us, where his light can pass through us without casting a shadow of darkness.
(Not this side of the Jordan though.)
I assume you write the unnamed poems on your blog. I have three short poems for good friday on my blog you may be interested in having a look at.
Yeah Jimmy just ideas that drop unto your head. Looked at your blog and enjoyed your poem about get old and reflecting on the past.
Thank you, that’s kind of you.