Written on a 4x6 note card by Stan Julin.
[Blog Author's Note: To avoid confusing readers of Catholic background, note that the word "saints" is used below as a reference to all persons who have appropriated redemption in Jesus Christ.]
May 22, 2006
Hebrews 9:28 - "...unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation." For saints, when Jesus comes (returns), no more will his purpose be for sins, as if he did not quite finish at Calvary, for never again will the issue arise as to our sins or our sinfulness, for all of that is gone.
Then why does it bother us? Because we know ourselves. If he will not mention it, why should we? If we think it, is he? Do we really assess Calvary adequately? If we entertain fear, is that unbelief? Or is it simply a residual flavor of this world and of the spirit of the age?
Note Card: We Do Groan, Being Burdened
Written on a 4x6 note card by Stan Julin.
[Blog Author's Note: The Note Card entry below contains some good thoughts but particularly caught my attention as a good example of a style that is typical of my dad's writings. When he mentions his darker thoughts, he does not leave them simply to stand on their own but concludes by turning them toward brighter thoughts of hope in God. Throughout this blog, I have tried to follow this same pattern as I have discussed the tragedy of those dark final days of his struggle with Alzheimer's Disease. We are in good company, for this is the common pattern of the Psalms.]
August 15, 2002
I do not like life; it's too much trouble. We that are, in this tabernacle do groan; being burdened. Someone said it well: Life is hard; then you die. [Eric's Eulogy mentions this same statement.] We who have sworn allegiance to Jesus are the children of God -children- bewildered, unskilled, exposed. Some might think I am a wise man. If turning my back to that which is transient is wise, then I suppose I am. In the end, however, it is for God to say. I am willing to wait for that.
[Blog Author's Note: The Note Card entry below contains some good thoughts but particularly caught my attention as a good example of a style that is typical of my dad's writings. When he mentions his darker thoughts, he does not leave them simply to stand on their own but concludes by turning them toward brighter thoughts of hope in God. Throughout this blog, I have tried to follow this same pattern as I have discussed the tragedy of those dark final days of his struggle with Alzheimer's Disease. We are in good company, for this is the common pattern of the Psalms.]
August 15, 2002
I do not like life; it's too much trouble. We that are, in this tabernacle do groan; being burdened. Someone said it well: Life is hard; then you die. [Eric's Eulogy mentions this same statement.] We who have sworn allegiance to Jesus are the children of God -children- bewildered, unskilled, exposed. Some might think I am a wise man. If turning my back to that which is transient is wise, then I suppose I am. In the end, however, it is for God to say. I am willing to wait for that.
Note Card: A Stranger and Pilgrim Observes a Hardee's Dining Room
Written on a 4x6 note card by Stan Julin.
[Blog Author's Note: My father was a regular patron of the Ocoee Hardee's, where he spent many of his mornings and where many of the note cards featured on this site were written. He was not quite the pariah he seems to describe below. My son accompanied him one morning and reports that my father took him all around the Hardee's dining room, introducing him to all of the other regulars who, as a matter of habit, congregated there each morning. My dad's sense of aloneness stemmed from the fact that he was so heavily invested in the next world that he had not the knowledge or ambition to pursue many things which occupy the minds of others.]
August 17, 2002
I can look around Hardee's and see worldly-wise men, assured, "successful", engrossed in their pursuits, talking with their families, in their own little worlds. I am not one [of them] but a stranger...They would be bored with me, which is fine. I couldn't succeed if I doubled my speed, for I'm not going that way. To them I'm a stranger, yes...to myself also a pilgrim.
[Blog Author's Note: My father was a regular patron of the Ocoee Hardee's, where he spent many of his mornings and where many of the note cards featured on this site were written. He was not quite the pariah he seems to describe below. My son accompanied him one morning and reports that my father took him all around the Hardee's dining room, introducing him to all of the other regulars who, as a matter of habit, congregated there each morning. My dad's sense of aloneness stemmed from the fact that he was so heavily invested in the next world that he had not the knowledge or ambition to pursue many things which occupy the minds of others.]
August 17, 2002
I can look around Hardee's and see worldly-wise men, assured, "successful", engrossed in their pursuits, talking with their families, in their own little worlds. I am not one [of them] but a stranger...They would be bored with me, which is fine. I couldn't succeed if I doubled my speed, for I'm not going that way. To them I'm a stranger, yes...to myself also a pilgrim.
Note Card: She Was Better Than I Deserve
Written on a 4x6 note card by Stan Julin.
March 25, 2004
Thinking back to the days of the daily war to get money for the family, it was hard, but through all of it, Connie was always there, doing her part. She was and still is better than I deserve. If I had it to do again, I would do it with her, and I would try to be a better man. I just hope that, in the life to come, our paths will often cross.
March 25, 2004
Thinking back to the days of the daily war to get money for the family, it was hard, but through all of it, Connie was always there, doing her part. She was and still is better than I deserve. If I had it to do again, I would do it with her, and I would try to be a better man. I just hope that, in the life to come, our paths will often cross.
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