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I don’t know about you, but I love onomatopoeia words. (In case you don’t remember your primary school grammar, LOL, those are words that sound like what they represent–like boom, bang, snap, pop, and so on.) You know what’s even more fun? International onomatopoeia words!
And that, believe it or not, is what cliché is–it’s French onomatopoeia! Technically speaking, cliché is simply French for “click.” That makes sense when you look at it, right? And click is certainly an onomatopoeia in English. The same holds true in French too, where it’s a past participle form of the verb clicher…and was used as a word by printers to indicate a particular printing block, so named because of the sound of a mold striking metal.
So…how did it come to mean “a trite and worn-out phrase”?
Because one of the wonders of the printing press is that you can make the same word or phrase or page or book over and over and over again. This is an example, then, of printing jargon entering into common usage.
But it took quite a while for that to happen. The first recorded use of cliché in English was in 1888, but it didn’t actually catch on and become popular until the 1920s!
“I cannot do anything on my own;
I judge as I hear, and my judgment is just,
because I do not seek my own will but the will of the one who sent me.”
~ John 5:30 (emphasis mine)
The Gospel of John has a lot to say about Jesus and judgment, about Jesus and condemnation. He didn’t come to condemn us, but to save us. God gave Him the power of judgment, but He doesn’t just use it willy-nilly. His judgments are all true. They are all just. They are all…simple, in a way.
Think about it. When we talk about human judgment, we’re usually talking about a decision we’re making about something. It it good or is it bad? Morally right or morally wrong? Preferable or not? Is this something to seek or something to avoid? Something we can easily forgive or something that makes indignation burn within us?
Our judges have to make decisions, give verdicts. Their judgments can be contested and appealed. Judges can be unjust…greedy…bought…biased. So if we’re considering judgment in the light of our very human and often fallible terms, then…yeah. Judgments are changeable, not necessarily just, and definitely a decision that can be swayed–and not just by facts. Judgments can be swayed by emotion just as easily.
Something occurred to me recently, though, when I read that passage in John again. Perhaps it combined in my mind with a passage from the end of C. S. Lewis’s Till We Have Faces, when the character is finally granted an audience with the gods and is allowed to list her complaints. In the book, the mere listing of them in that environment does a miraculous thing: her own bias is removed, and the facts–the facts that she had interpreted one way–are suddenly clear. She can suddenly see the truth of those facts. She knows what they mean. She understands them. And so, when the gods ask her if she still has a complaint, she says no.
That’s what true judgment is, and that’s the kind that God holds in His hands, and which He gave to Christ. It isn’t a decision. There’s no “judgment call” to be made. He sees the simple TRUTH of each fact. He knows our motivations, our desires, our fears. He knows what we intended and what we didn’t. God, when He judges humanity, isn’t up there uncertain about what He’ll say to us. Our facts speak for themselves; and Christ speaks for us too…if we let Him.
Because there’s no selfishness in Jesus. There’s no greed. There’s no bias. He simply stands at our side and loves us. He pours His precious blood over us. And suddenly, our facts–our sins, our victories, our joys, our sorrows, our failures, our successes–are all crystal clear but redeemed.
Maybe for some of us, that’s comforting–that God isn’t some angry judge just itching to condemn us. That He simply sees the truth: the simple, complicated, complete, unveiled truth of us. He sees it, and the simple facts equal simple decisions. But for others, that might in fact be scary. We want a judge we can convince. We want to smile and bat our lashes and appeal to the emotions of those sitting in judgment over us. We want to be able to keep the secret things secret and only tell the things we want them to know, bending them in a way favorable to us.
We won’t have that chance when we’re before the Father. But we also won’t need it.
I don’t honestly like being asked to judge things, whether it’s the best of kids’ science fair projects or whether someone should do this or that, and certainly not whether so and so should be condemned for alleged crimes. Because I never feel like I have all the facts. But God…He does. And that makes His judgments what all judgments should be: just and true.
The word helicopter dates, not surprisingly, only from 1861. When the word was coined, it was meant to be a “device that enabled airplanes to rise perpendicularly.” How? Using spiral airfoils. This didn’t work, so the word was put to use in 1918 for the modern idea of a helicopter instead…but not before everyone from the Wright brothers to Jules Verne had used it.
The interesting bit is how the word was created. In our minds it’s usually heli + copter. But in fact it’s helico from the Latinized form of the Greek helicos, meaning “spiral thing” and pteron, “wing” or “winged thing”–think pterodactyl.
So really, a helicopter is just a spiral winged thing. 😉
My people, what have I done to you?
How have I offended you? Answer me!
I led you out of Egypt,
from slavery to freedom,
but you led your Savior to the cross.
For forty years I led you
safely through the desert.
I fed you with manna from heaven,
and brought you to a land of plenty;
but you led your Savior to the cross.
What more could I have done for you?
I planted you as my fairest vine,
but you yielded only bitterness:
when I was thirsty you gave me vinegar to drink,
and you pierced your Savior with a lance.
For your sake I scourged your captors
and their firstborn sons,
but you brought your scourges down on me.
I led you from slavery to freedom
and drowned your captors in the sea,
but you handed me over to your high priests.
I opened the sea before you,
but you opened my side with a spear.
I led you on your way in a pillar of cloud,
but you led me to Pilate’s court.
I bore you up with manna in the desert,
but you struck me down and scourged me.
I gave you saving water from the rock,
but you gave me gall and vinegar to drink.
For you I struck down the kings of Canaan.
but you struck my head with a reed.
I gave you a royal scepter,
but you gave me a crown of thorns.
I raised you to the height of majesty,
but you have raised me high on a cross.
My people, what have I done to you?
How have I offended you? Answer me!*
We weren’t there, standing outside the courts of Pilate and shouting, “Crucify Him!” We weren’t there in the Praetorium, striking Him and spitting on Him and whipping Him. We weren’t there on the hilltop, mocking Him and telling Him to save Himself.
We weren’t there. But our sins were. Our pride. Our unbelief. Our doubt. Our heresy. Our judgment. Our scorn.
Our sins stained the air. The weight of them bore Him down upon that cross. They separated Him from His precious Father in a way nothing had ever done before. Because He was fully human, we know He asked why. Why? Why were the people He loved so much treating Him this way?
And yet, even in that horrible wonder, even as He yearned for it to be different, He made the choice not to save Himself…so that He could save us. We delivered Him to the ultimate pain, the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate sorrow…and He used it for our redemption.
He gave us the world. We gave Him the cross. And then by that cross, He gave us heaven too.
Lord, I am unworthy. And yet, by Your blood, made worthy. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
*Taken from the traditional Good Friday Reproaches (Improperia)
Soaked or slow-cooked oat groats create a classic porridge with a satisfying bite and familiar oat flavor, a perfect base for your fixings!
6 servings
2 minutes
Overnight
Breakfast
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You can’t get more classic as a breakfast food than porridge! But…what is it? Oatmeal? Something different? Technically, the word “porridge” describes any hot cereal made from whole grains…but the most classic version does indeed use oats: whole oat groats!
If you’re familiar with steel-cut oats, they’re the closest to groats, just already processed. But if you’re looking for a true WHOLE grain experience, grab a bag of groats, and then either soak or slow-cook them overnight. I’ve personally found the slow-cooker version to be preferable, but if you don’t like the chew of the whole grains, processing them in a blender or food processor after an overnight soak will yield a texture more like traditional steel-cut oatmeal.
This creates a great base…that you can then dress up as desired! We’ve done peanut butter and banana…strawberries and cream…brown sugar cinnamon…even maple and bacon. All were equally delicious. If you’re a one-flavor type of person, you can mix the whole batch into that flavor. Since my family likes variety, I just make the base recipe and then we fix our individual bowls to our tastes.
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Porridge would be enjoyed by all my English characters, and it gets a special shout-out in A Beautiful Disguise when (gasp!) the lord and lady make their own breakfast.
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