Showing posts with label crucifixion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crucifixion. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 July 2022

Seams and wombats


 Last week I made myself a dress. The skirt part required  me to sew in two side pockets. I unpicked the first pocket several times before finally succeeding and deciding I would forgo pocket two. After gathering the skirt with three lines of running stitch I attached it to the bodice and overlocked the seam.  It fitted well and I tried slipping my hand into the right hand pocket. After a few failed attempts I looked down to check the whereabouts of my neatly finished pocket. The side pocket had disappeared. Further examination revealed that the pocket was sitting neatly above my buttocks in the style of a wombat's pouch. It transpired that I had sewn the skirt to the bodice with the side seams at the back and front instead of the left and right. After laughing quite a bit, I thought about the difficulty of lining up seams, and that led me to the virtue of a seamless garment such as the one Jesus had taken off him when he was crucified. We read about it in John chapter 19. "When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they put his garments into four piles, one for each of them, But they said "Let's not tear up his robe," for it was seamless. "Let's throw dice to see who gets it." This fulfilled the Scripture from Psalm 22 that said "They divided my clothes among them and threw dice for my robe." I was amazed once again that a prophecy from a Jewish book written seven hundred years earlier would be fulfilled by some Roman soldiers at the foot of the cross where Jesus carried away the sins of the world. 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Lost Art

Today a cleaner threw out an £8,000  art work by Sala Murat because it was near a bin in the hotel where an auction of expensive art had just taken place.
She was just doing her job and the "art work" was made out of newspaper and and cardboard and cookie pieces scattered across the floor, so who could blame her?
Thirteen years ago another cleaner swept away Damien Hirst's collection of beer bottles, coffee cups and overflowing ashtrays, which he was exhibiting in a London gallery.
People don't always recognise what a thing is worth when it looks like a mangled mess.
Jesus Christ was beaten to a pulp and hung naked on a cross. Many people think he should be discarded. For me the crucifixion is a thing of worth and of beauty. Jesus carried my selfishness and wrong doing away there and bought me salvation and eternal life.
I know it was a mess, but please at least look at it before you trash it.