This leapt off the page at me yesterday:
[N]either circumcision nor uncircumcision is anything; but a new creation is everything! (Galatians 6.15)
You can almost taste the exultation in this fist-pumping shout of triumph. More, its consequences are massive. And as disorienting as a painting by Hieronymus Bosch. Nothing can ever be the same again.
Whatever we might previously have thought was everything is now brought to nothing. In particular, it consigns to the dustbin both religion — in this case the Jewish ritual requirement of circumcision — and irreligion — the ‘uncircumcision’ was a common Jewish way to refer to the unwashed, non-Jews outside of the promises God made to the nation he’d chosen and claimed as his own.
I wonder how different my life would be if it consistently displayed the sheer intoxicating joy of this exclamation?