Concrete Jesus by Rick Edwards
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I love excitement…for the most part I think most people do. Now I know not everyone likes riding motorcycles though for the life of me I can’t figure why they don’t… anyway I recently went on a short trip to Magnolia Arkansas… I had never ridden there before and I was really excited about it… the first part of the ride was very uneventful since a I am all too familiar with the Clarksville Avery part of the trip.
As I continued on Highway 82 about New Boston was kind of a new adventure for me… one of the great things about motorcycling is the up close and personal view you get of things… as I continued on my journey I followed a log truck for a while… you have seen them before it’s a tractor trailer with an expandable log trailer… this particular one had red flags on two of the logs sticking out the back… on one of the red flag were written the words “If you have a problem with logging try some plastic toilet paper” …gave me a whole new appreciation for the logging industry…
So I am just ridding along and enjoying the sights, sounds, and the fresh air…the scent of fresh cut pines, the earthly smell of a freshly plowed field, and the occasional smell of someone cooking or smoking meat over a fire… it was truly an enjoyable ride. I had left early that morning and the sun had not started it job of baking the country side just yet…
All is well with my soul as I am propelled along at a high, unnamed rate of speed… and then I saw Him. Now most of you who know me thought immediately that I was speaking of a highway patrol or some law enforcement officer who task it is to maintain law and order and enforce speed limits… well not this time, this time it was someone much more powerful, much more revered, much more respected… I was concrete Jesus
When I first saw Him I though cool I would like to have Concrete Jesus at my house…after all I was a concrete man for years… what better thing could I possess than Concrete Jesus.
He was standing so majestically, there among the neatly trimmed hedges and well watered flowers, just a few feet from the garden bench that invited a passerby a place to sit while in the presence of Concrete Jesus.
Now would be a good time to explain that I am in no way talking about worship and idol, something man made… See that concrete Jesus can’t save me, it can’t hear my cries for help or phantom my tremendous need for mercy… the Psalmist put it like this
“I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.”- Psalm 116:1-2
Now that is the kind of savior I’m talking about one who loves me and cares what happens to me, One who is concerned about my salvation, only one name in which I must be saved…Peter said it best in face of great adversity