Not exact matches
There are four affirmations about Jesus Christ that historically have been stressed in Christian faith: (1) Jesus is truly human,
bone of our
bone and flesh of our
flesh, living a human life under the same human conditions any one of us faces — thus Christology, statement of the significance of Jesus, must start «from below,» as many contemporary theologians are insisting; (2) Jesus is that one in whom God energizes in a supreme degree, with a decisive intensity; in traditional language he has been styled «the Incarnate Word of God»; (3) for our sake, to secure human wholeness of life as it moves onward toward fulfillment, Jesus not only lived among us but also was crucified for us — this is the point of talk about atonement wrought in
and by him; (4) death was not the end for him, so it is not as if he never existed at all; in some way he triumphed
over death, or was given victory
over it, so that now
and forever he is a reality in the life of God
and effective among humankind.
Meanwhile, atheist believe that our body, a mass of
flesh and bones get tired on day, they died, the body in total afterwards is dust,
and as dust that body or what is left from it after dying, continues to be part of the things we know as universe or cosmos,
and this is all, there is nothing else, is
over, finito, final, bye.
Seize nature
and let it seize us up aloft, until our eyes burn
and drop out; let our murky
flesh fall off in shreds,
and let our
bones unhinge
and scatter, loosened
over fields
and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles.
The next two months involved a half - dozen surgeries to remove dead skin
and debris from the jagged wound where his leg had been severed, four inches below the knee; to take skin from his thigh for skin grafts; to build up the sound
flesh around the ends of his
bones and then stretch it for a strong, tight seal
over the stump.
Over the course of one night, blood
and limbs fly,
bones break,
flesh gets ripped to shreds,
and egoes get smashed to pieces as we bear witness to the ensuing melee.
At the root there's the sniping that feels great, albeit way
over the top, thanks to Sniper Elite's centerpiece slow motion shots ripping into human
flesh and bone with intricate detailing.