End of the Year Party!
This is the last call for our party on April 9th! Sign up on Facebook or email Mike to reserve your seat at the Grad Club for dinner.
Word of the Week: Isaiah 50:4-9 (ESV)
“The Lord GOD has given me
the tongue of those who are taught,
that I may know how to sustain with a word
him who is weary.
Morning by morning he awakens;
he awakens my ear
to hear as those who are taught.
The Lord GOD has opened my ear,
and I was not rebellious;
I turned not backward.
I gave my back to those who strike,
and my cheeks to those who pull out the beard;
I hid not my face
from disgrace and spitting.But the Lord GOD helps me;
therefore I have not been disgraced;
therefore I have set my face like a flint,
and I know that I shall not be put to shame.He who vindicates me is near.
Who will contend with me?
Let us stand up together.
Who is my adversary?
Let him come near to me.
Behold, the Lord GOD helps me;
who will declare me guilty?
Behold, all of them will wear out like a garment;
the moth will eat them up.”
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This is the last newsletter of the academic year. We have less than a week of classes left. We have less than a week until Holy Week – that one week out of the year when we intentionally remember the love of God that was poured out for us in the selfless life, ministry, and death of Jesus. And beyond that is exams, summer, and the rest of life.
How much time have you spent this year reflecting on life? In the midst of classes, exams, papers, other clubs and activities, how much space has been left for self-reflection and pondering of life? It’s odd, really, when you stop to think about life in this world. If we look around, what seems permanent and lasting in our world is strife, war, aggression, violence, competition, anger, enmity, poverty, suffering, loneliness, and despair. It’s goodness and justice and peace that seem to get beaten every time. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. Jeans wear out, fade, rip, and fray. Friends move far away. Pets die.
That’s the way the world seems to be. And yet, there are whispers of something else. There are those small, barely noticed hints of another world. Like the little lyric from U2′s new album, No Line on the Horizon, that keeps running through my mind: “We’re gonna make it all the way to the light” (From I’ll Go Crazy if I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight).
What if that were really true – that we are going to make it, that every force or structure that keeps us from a flourishing life in Christ will fail? What if there were a subtlety and subversiveness for good loose in the universe? What if a middle-aged Jewish man being executed by the Romans 2 millennia ago really wasn’t defeat but a cloaked victory?
As you finish the year,
As you graduate
and enter the next chapter of your life,
As you journey through this world -
filled with dark valleys and exhilarating mountaintop vistas -
May the Spirit of Jesus give you
the imagination to perceive God’s mysterious ways,
the love that can only be born in us from above,
and the hope that in the end everything that stands against us will fall.
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You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You’re saying love is foolish to believe
‘Cause there’ll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from that day dream, put the fear back in your life…Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What’s stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late as if he’s almost in defeat
So it’s looking like the Evil side will win, so on the edge
Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins
It is…Chorus:
Love who mixed the mortar
And it’s love who stacked these stones
And it’s love who made the stage here
And made if feel like we’re alone
Within this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it’s love that wrote this play…
So that in this darkness love can show the way
And where else but in this world today, to show the way.So now the stage is set. You feel your own heart beating
In your chest. This life’s not over yet
so we get up on our feet and do our best. We play against the
Fear. We play against the reasons not to try
We’re playing for the tears burning in the happy angel’s eyes
For it’s…chorus

Posted by Mike Wagenman 
