I can imagine the care and industrious attentiveness the women had when they prepared the spices for their beloved Jesus. I can imagine how numb and withdrawn the hearts and minds were of all the disciples, of Jesus’ loved ones, and of the multitudes that followed Him throughout His ministry. I can picture a great fog of quiet despair – completing motions but not really feeling them, hearing but not listening at all. Continue reading “The Resurrected King of Glory”
Prayer: Lord, I thank You for dying on the Cross for my sins. Thank You Lord for leaving Your throne. Lord, I thank You for every stripe on Your back, every slur You endured but did not deserve. Thank You for Your Blood. I thank You God that You bore the weight of my sins on Your shoulders, that You received my punishment, so that I might be saved. I thank You Lord that You died and that You conquered the grave that I might believe. Thank You Jesus for staying there when You could have come down. Thank You Lord for thinking of me. In Your precious Name I pray, Amen. Continue reading “Good Friday: A Meditation on the Cross”
I have a million things going on right now. A delegation trip to prepare for, a venture into entrepreneurship in transition, a book to write, errands to run, a dog to groom. Oh, and my apartment has termites. And that just scratches the surface of the nightmare that is my to-do list.
You know what this all leads to? Burnout. Stress. Busyness that never ends. A perpetual need to achieve perfection and a perpetual disappointment at having not achieved it. Continue reading “Palm Sunday & A Call to Rest”