Happy Easter Sunday! What a glorious week this has been! My one remaining hope for us is that we would praise the Lord for all that He did for us upon the cross with every last bit of thankfulness and love that we now have, only because of what Jesus has done. 4/5/26
Even in the silence, Heaven was writing a victory story. The man who had been beaten, killed, and buried behind a stone would not stay in the grave. Jesus rose, conquering sin, death, and every power of darkness. This is the promise hidden in Saturday, it always points to His victory. 4/4/26
The more I think about it, maybe Good Friday is perfectly appropriate for this day. Because without this Jesus thing, the bleed, suffer, die thing, there would be no Resurrection Sunday. No payment for sin that could restore our relationship with God. Nothing could be better than that. 4/3/26
Standing there that night, listening to those words, I realized something I don’t want to forget… I am the runaway, absolutely. But I am also the one He is running toward. 4/2/26
I know some of us still feel as if we are broken in a million pieces at His feet. We’re left wondering what’s next? How does this whole “Jesus thing” impact tomorrow, even? For just a second, I would like to focus our attention on one simple phrase that has done nothing less than change the world because it is secured in an undeniable fact. I just want you to know that this changed my life. 4/20/25
If Jesus has taught me anything, He has taught me that what is right is always worth believing in, and there is now no one else who will recognize that our belief in Him is infinitely more important than our belief in ourselves, whose perverted justice condemns what is holy and good. 4/19/25
So this Good Friday thing, this cross thing, it doesn't come with terms you get to negotiate. He wants to be Lord of everything in your life. Your family, marriage, work, money, who your friends are, what you do on vacation. Everything. 4/18/25
Let your heart be broken open to Jesus, through the pain. Let Him break down every instinct to self-protect. Go to the garden of your own Gethsemane, get on your knees, stay awake, and pray. 4/17/25
And so now I must sit humbly at the foot of the cross, marveling at the fact Jesus’ blood runs for me. That while my kiss still stings the skin of His cheeks, his arms remain spread wide. 4/16/25
Jesus knew that bringing peace between man and God would be no small matter, but would be a matter that would require the ultimate sacrifice of His life. He was willing to do whatever needed to be done in order to make a way for me and you to have a relationship with Him, even if it was dangerous, uncomfortable, and caused division. 4/15/25
Can you just imagine the thoughts of the priests in the temple as Jesus throws over the money changing tables or the guards who arrest Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane? What about those who cast lots for his robe? Would they have caught a whiff of the perfume and got a sinking feeling, wondering who this man really was? 4/14/25
I know some of us still feel as if we are broken in a million pieces at His feet. We’re left wondering what’s next? How does this whole “Jesus thing” impact tomorrow, even? For just a second, I would like to focus our attention on one simple phrase that has done nothing less than change the world because it is secured in an undeniable fact. I just want you to know that this changed my life.
For Jesus, the garden was a place of betrayal and sorrow. For me, the garden is a place of peace and comfort only because of what He took on for me. I consider that garden in the cemetery, where it’s literally surrounded by the dead, to be an example of life and power. It’s a constant reminder of the pain and agony that my Savior endured on my behalf.
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