“Dare to know! Have courage to use your own reason!”
When watching a sunset, taking a morning walk along the shoreline of Lake Michigan, or staring at a clear, star filled night, I often wonder how man can deny the existence of God – believing that our intellect reasons by what we see, read and hear, and is not mutually exclusive with faith, because infinite intelligence is an attribute of God.
My wonderment became the genesis of The Rooster Cry.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
The name “Rooster Cry” alludes to Luke 22:34, where Jesus tells Peter that he will deny knowing him, three times before the rooster crows [cries].
In many European churches, both Catholic and Protestant, it is common to see a rooster on church steeples – the rooster being symbolic of the hope extended to all of us, that through Jesus Christ, we can receive divine forgiveness and pardon for our sins.
When a rooster is placed on the steeple instead of a cross, it is to remind us of this, and to always confess Christ, and never deny Him regardless the circumstance.
It was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who said:
“If the church does not recapture its prophetic zeal, it will become an irrelevant social club without moral or spiritual authority.”
The musings is this blog are meant to offer thought-provoking insights into our culture, and the Christian Faith – often in historical context.
As you read, you’ll find that some of these musings follow a thread that echoes the words of Gospel singer, Kirk Franklin, who said,
“… now that we see popular culture stand up to the injustices in mainstream society, I believe the church should do the same for its own as well.”, and “[when there is] an abuse of power that affects our message to the masses; our silence can be as loud as the bigotry and racism we see in the public square.”
My objective is to always write in a manner that is true and tempered with God’s wisdom, as revealed in Christ. I hope you’ll find that in what you read here.
Let me hear your thoughts.
J.R. Awrey lives in Holland, Michigan with his wife, Cindy and their Basset Hound, Katrina Maria Carolyne.