It is finished...

I want to tattoo that on my freakin NOSE.

I have my parents to thank for my fascination with time/space travel.
My mother used to buy me 'choose your own adventure' books;
my dad is a recovering Trekaholic.
And I saw Primer.
The persecuted Jesus...you know, the pink beaten man on the cross...he was a man of few words.
Since the accounts make a POINT of the fact that he spoke very little during the execution, I am completely confident in assuming that the words HE DID SPEAK are of great significance.
And one of the things he said was "It is Finished."
What's that mean?!
At that point...IT...you, me, Earth, the milky way...it was all FINISHED...
I'm taking my cues from hours spent poring over Latin and Greek homework when I consider that "IT" is a BIG "IT"...not just a regular old localized it....it's THE "IT".
So does that mean that when we all finish here on earth that things will chronologically pick up right after the execution?
One of the things I keep saying (and when I repeat things audibly, it's only evidence that I've been thinking about it forever and ever amen) is that "God has all the time in the space of a second to fix every "problem" that he's ever had..."
He's GOD, dude.
So as Da T.R.U.T.H says "This is for you..."
All of this is for you. The stoplights and websites and prostitutes and communions and barbaecues and prostitutes and dollar stores...all these things work together, in a world that God is infinitely familiar with, for you.
For me!
If we believe in an all powerful eternal God, then we have to believe that this very second is drippingly, unimaginably expensive.
Which brings us right back to our knees "repenting" or "thinking about that one mo'gain..."
If, indeed, it is finished, then what of my ego? My "life"??
A sufficiently selfish and shallow individual could find in this line of reasoning, a world of despair.
Someone of another mind...(or Another of Someone Else's Mind) would find in this reasoning, a liberating invitation to discover his or her true self.

And THAT'S the Je-Sus that We-Trust.