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Matt and Audrey Pound

1 Corinthians 15
The Message 

Resurrection

15 1-2 Friends, let me go over the Message with you one final time— this Message that I proclaimed and that you made your own; this Message on which you took your stand and by which your life has been saved. (I’m assuming, now, that your belief was the real thing and not a passing fancy, that you’re in this for good and holding fast.)

3-9 The first thing I did was place before you what was placed so emphatically before me: that the Messiah died for our sins, exactly as Scripture tells it; that he was buried; that he was raised from death on the third day, again exactly as Scripture says; that he presented himself alive to Peter, then to his closest followers, and later to more than five hundred of his followers all at the same time, most of them still around (although a few have since died); that he then spent time with James and the rest of those he commissioned to represent him; and that he finally presented himself alive to me. It was fitting that I bring up the rear. I don’t deserve to be included in that inner circle, as you well know, having spent all those early years trying my best to stamp God’s church right out of existence.

10-11 But because God was so gracious, so very generous, here I am. And I’m not about to let his grace go to waste. Haven’t I worked hard trying to do more than any of the others? Even then, my work didn’t amount to all that much. It was God giving me the work to do, God giving me the energy to do it. So whether you heard it from me or from those others, it’s all the same: We spoke God’s truth and you entrusted your lives.

12-15 Now, let me ask you something profound yet troubling. If you became believers because you trusted the proclamation that Christ is alive, risen from the dead, how can you let people say that there is no such thing as a resurrection? If there’s no resurrection, there’s no living Christ. And face it—if there’s no resurrection for Christ, everything we’ve told you is smoke and mirrors, and everything you’ve staked your life on is smoke and mirrors. Not only that, but we would be guilty of telling a string of barefaced lies about God, all these affidavits we passed on to you verifying that God raised up Christ—sheer fabrications, if there’s no resurrection.

16-20 If corpses can’t be raised, then Christ wasn’t, because he was indeed dead. And if Christ weren’t raised, then all you’re doing is wandering about in the dark, as lost as ever. It’s even worse for those who died hoping in Christ and resurrection, because they’re already in their graves. If all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration for a few short years, we’re a pretty sorry lot. But the truth is that Christ has been raised up, the first in a long legacy of those who are going to leave the cemeteries.

21-28 There is a nice symmetry in this: Death initially came by a man, and resurrection from death came by a man. Everybody dies in Adam; everybody comes alive in Christ. But we have to wait our turn: Christ is first, then those with him at his Coming, the grand consummation when, after crushing the opposition, he hands over his kingdom to God the Father. He won’t let up until the last enemy is down—and the very last enemy is death! As the psalmist said, “He laid them low, one and all; he walked all over them.” When Scripture says that “he walked all over them,” it’s obvious that he couldn’t at the same time be walked on. When everything and everyone is finally under God’s rule, the Son will step down, taking his place with everyone else, showing that God’s rule is absolutely comprehensive—a perfect ending!

29 Why do you think people offer themselves to be baptized for those already in the grave? If there’s no chance of resurrection for a corpse, if God’s power stops at the cemetery gates, why do we keep doing things that suggest he’s going to clean the place out someday, pulling everyone up on their feet alive?

30-33 And why do you think I keep risking my neck in this dangerous work? I look death in the face practically every day I live. Do you think I’d do this if I wasn’t convinced of your resurrection and mine as guaranteed by the resurrected Messiah Jesus? Do you think I was just trying to act heroic when I fought the wild beasts at Ephesus, hoping it wouldn’t be the end of me? Not on your life! It’s resurrection, resurrection, always resurrection, that undergirds what I do and say, the way I live. If there’s no resurrection, “We eat, we drink, the next day we die,” and that’s all there is to it. But don’t fool yourselves. Don’t let yourselves be poisoned by this anti-resurrection loose talk. “Bad company ruins good manners.”

34 Think straight. Awaken to the holiness of life. No more playing fast and loose with resurrection facts. Ignorance of God is a luxury you can’t afford in times like these. Aren’t you embarrassed that you’ve let this kind of thing go on as long as you have?

35-38 Some skeptic is sure to ask, “Show me how resurrection works. Give me a diagram; draw me a picture. What does this ‘resurrection body’ look like?” If you look at this question closely, you realize how absurd it is. There are no diagrams for this kind of thing. We do have a parallel experience in gardening. You plant a “dead” seed; soon there is a flourishing plant. There is no visual likeness between seed and plant. You could never guess what a tomato would look like by looking at a tomato seed. What we plant in the soil and what grows out of it don’t look anything alike. The dead body that we bury in the ground and the resurrection body that comes from it will be dramatically different.

39-41 You will notice that the variety of bodies is stunning. Just as there are different kinds of seeds, there are different kinds of bodies—humans, animals, birds, fish—each unprecedented in its form. You get a hint at the diversity of resurrection glory by looking at the diversity of bodies not only on earth but in the skies—sun, moon, stars—all these varieties of beauty and brightness. And we’re only looking at pre-resurrection “seeds”—who can imagine what the resurrection “plants” will be like!

42-44 This image of planting a dead seed and raising a live plant is a mere sketch at best, but perhaps it will help in approaching the mystery of the resurrection body—but only if you keep in mind that when we’re raised, we’re raised for good, alive forever! The corpse that’s planted is no beauty, but when it’s raised, it’s glorious. Put in the ground weak, it comes up powerful. The seed sown is natural; the seed grown is supernatural—same seed, same body, but what a difference from when it goes down in physical mortality to when it is raised up in spiritual immortality!

45-49 We follow this sequence in Scripture: The First Adam received life, the Last Adam is a life-giving Spirit. Physical life comes first, then spiritual—a firm base shaped from the earth, a final completion coming out of heaven. The First Man was made out of earth, and people since then are earthy; the Second Man was made out of heaven, and people now can be heavenly. In the same way that we’ve worked from our earthy origins, let’s embrace our heavenly ends.

50 I need to emphasize, friends, that our natural, earthy lives don’t in themselves lead us by their very nature into the kingdom of God. Their very “nature” is to die, so how could they “naturally” end up in the Life kingdom?

51-57 But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I’ll probably never fully understand. We’re not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it’s over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we’ll all be changed. In the resurrection scheme of things, this has to happen: everything perishable taken off the shelves and replaced by the imperishable, this mortal replaced by the immortal. Then the saying will come true:

Death swallowed by triumphant Life!
Who got the last word, oh, Death?
Oh, Death, who’s afraid of you now?

It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three—sin, guilt, death—are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ. Thank God!

58 With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground. And don’t hold back. Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort.


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It's a question I'm sure we'll hear a hundred times. It will be asked casually, as if I'll have a casual answer. Which, I won't. That's a pretty loaded question. I could respond, “oh, India was fine.” That would be easy. But completely inadequate & not completely honest.

The first leg of our journey was exhausting---physically, emotionally & spiritually. The cloud of culture shock loomed over us for that first month. There was a moment walking through the streets--–the air was thick with heat, heavy with strange smells, drowning with thousands of noises, breaking with incessant movement. Very little resembled home. Very little was familiar. This 'India' was overwhelming. A sense of panic welled inside of me. There in the midst of everything foreign, against all rationality, I had an innate panic that this was all that existed in the world, there was no going back—this fear that home didn't exist anymore—like we were worlds apart & there was no portal home.

It was like in C.S. Lewis' book, The Magician's Nephew...the boy, Digory, traveled from world to world, but always needed the magic ring, without which, he could not go home. It felt like I lost the ring & I was trapped in this terrifyingly foreign world. I hated that feeling, but it was the closest I've ever felt to God. I clung to God. He is the only familiar & faithful in a land of foreign. He transcends 'worlds' with me. Like in the book—God is the Aslan that all the worlds have heard of. He is the constant known in worlds of unknown.

I read & reread these verses to find courage & comfort:

{01 John 04}
There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life, fear of death, fear of judgment, is one not fully formed in love.

{Jude}
...loved by God the Father, called & kept safe by Jesus Christ. Relax. Everything's going to be alright; rest, everything's coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way!
...but you dear friends, carefully build yourselves up in this most holy faith by praying in the Holy Spirit, staying right at the center of God's love, keeping your arms open & outstretched, ready for the mercy of our Master, Jesus Christ.

{Isaiah 30}
Your salvation requires you to turn back to Me & stop your silly efforts to save yourselves. Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on Me—the very thing you've been unwilling to do. // ...But God's not finished. He's waiting around to be gracious to you. He's gathering strength to show mercy to you. God takes the time to do everything right—everything. Those who wait around for Him are the lucky ones.

In that panic moment, I had to remember that I am in the center of God's love. The fear paralyzed me. When I finally stopped & lifted my head...I found God. He reminded me that dependence on Him is the only way I can walk in strength. Mercy & grace have come before us & are close behind. The graces God gave (& give) us astound me. We walked out of this journey whole & healthy because of His grace & mercy on us. (Go listen to Whom Shall I Fear by Chris Tomlin---that's our India "take courage" song).

> > >

Matt & I left India for a month long detour to Thailand & when we returned to India we found the journey still held it's challenges, but more-so, it was a rich & fulfilling time...

It was a warm night. The sun was well under. We drove for 40 minutes out into a village near Solapur, India. We arrived in the pitch black of the electrcity-less village. Looking up, the stars were strong & the Milky Way was swirled about. New friends led us through thin paths between the make-shift houses. I startled a few times realizing that people were sitting only feet from us, against their homes, watching us all pass by in the night. Across the village, shouts & music drifted toward us—most of the village people were there, celebrating Ganesh—an elephant god. We weren't here to worship Ganesh, we were here to worship the Most High God, the Living God. One by one, we ducked into a cement-block room. This is where the Church gathers to worship God together. Candles littered the room. People slowly gathered in behind us. Mothers, fathers, children, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends. Looking tired & worn from a day of hot work in the sun. They received us quietly, with smiles & gentleness. An Indian man began to drum out a beat & the worship music started to flow. I savored that moment. There I was, in a village in India, sitting in this candle-lit holy space, worshiping Jesus with these brothers & sisters. Incredible.

It was after this experience that it really sunk in that God's arm is not short. God is in the home. He is in the neighbor. He is in the beggar on the street. God is in the cities. He is in the most remote village, further out than you & I would dare to go. He is there! His power works beyond us!

Here's a excerpt from my journal from the same time as the night scene I just described...

23 September, Monday
Solapur, India
Since returning to India, about 5 days ago now, God has given me the grace to see through His eyes. See the beauty that is here. To see the work He is at. To gaze in awe of His people. His earth. His work. My fear has dissipated. I've finally been able to relax & enjoy. I feel close to God here.

We've seen God's long arm reach across the people of India. Taking night buses from here to there & again to there—HE is at work in India! His Church is good—His hand & truth is upon them! What a relief that we don't have to spread God's love in our own power—but HE does it—in His power. & we have the privilege of helping.

{Psalm 22}
From the four corners of the earth, people are coming to their senses, are running back to God. Long-lost families are falling on their faces before Him. God has taken charge; from now on He has the last word.

> > >

So...how was India?

India was challenging, inspiring, full of richness, plagued by poverty, broken by the world, & being healed by the Kingdom...

> > >
12:59 AM 3 comments
We are called The Vagabonds. We are a band of battered friends.  We are a community. We are family. We are the body of Christ.

We've traveled miles upon miles together in planes, trains, buses, rickshaws...we've endured nights together in dirty places, passed through illnesses together, protected each other, prayed hard with each other; we've sat in worship together, raw with emotion, seeking & finding God together—our comfort, our shield, our strong place.

We've shared weaknesses, confessed sin, encouraged strengths, challenged hearts. We've seen each other at our worst & at our best. Proud brothers & sisters, walking together through the dark & the light. Searching, searching for our place in the Kingdom. Searching for a life of serving, a life of love, a life pleasing to God.

Many times we've all been at the end of our ropes. Traveled-out, peopled-out, Indiad-out. Some times we find ourselves simply living day to day in a state of self-preservation. Taking all of our energy to just keep ourselves moving. It's in these moments, our most human moments, when we can't keep our “every thing's fine” face up. The facade finally falls & we are exactly who we are—not the perception we put up for others to see. We are just broken down humans, searching for strength.

It's in these raw moments when we look into each others faces, stop comparing, stop judging & just realize that we're all human in desperate need of God. We need God to hold us up, to make us whole, make us right & good. We need God to put love in us when we have nothing else to give—so drained & empty from trying to live in this world. We need God to fill us. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control—we don't have these in ourselves without God in us. He brings them to us.

In these moments of complete desperation, we cry out to God for help. For strength. And God shows up.

Lift up your head. He will fill you. He will give you the things your heart needs to go on.

{2 Corinthians 7, MSG}
“Then the God who lifts up the downcast lifted our heads & our hearts...

You let the distress bring you to God, not drive you from him. The result was all gain, no loss. Distress that drives us to God does that. It turns us around. It gets us back in the way of salvation. We never regret that kind of pain...

And now, isn't it wonderful all the ways in which this distress has goaded you closer to God? You're more alive, more concerned, more sensitive, more reverent, more human, more passionate, more responsible. Looked at from any angle, you've come out of this with purity of heart.”

In my human weakness, but with God's undeniable strength,

Audrey

The Vagabonds, India 2013
Andrew, Chris, McKenzie, Audrey, Matt (& Jonathan)



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