Good morning to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
Good Morning. Good Morning. I do apologize for not posting yesterday. We had a late-night Thursday night, an early morning Friday, and then lots of driving. So much so that when we got home, I literally went to the bathroom, then my chair, and did not move. I sank into my recliner, all stretched out. It felt so comfortable. I stayed there almost until bedtime, at which time I do not remember anything.
This morning’s storm sends my thoughts to the possibility of the thoughts for the disciples the day after they laid Him in the tomb.
Let's look at this as if you were there. You just spent three years with the most feared man on the planet, but also the most loving and compassionate. He was feared because of his love and compassion. A teacher who made you get outside of the world view of righteousness and into the godly view of righteousness. An educator of what the scripture truly means. A fisherman who never fished but knew where the fish were. A man, just like you, but so much NOT like you. A man who showed you pieces of yourself that you did not know existed. A man who foretold his own death and resurrection. A man who did not fear the religious leaders or the Romans but tried to invite them to the Kingdom. A man who saw through the traps and reflected the truth that even they could not deny. A man that you wanted to follow forever … a man you left your family for … a man that showed love to everyone…even the one who was to betray him. In all notable displays, the best friend that we all desire…the family…but oh so much more.
This man was just nailed to a cross for loving too much. Educating too much. Bringing Light to a darkened world. This man who loved is not dead. He is gone. Your thoughts … scattered at best, but more likely a tornado/hurricane windstorm mixed with a typhoon of emotions, doubt, confusion, and mostly fear. Where do I go? What do I do? How am I going to go on without Him? What is going to happen to me? What if the Romans find me? What about the religious leaders? I cannot go home, those who don’t believe will turn me in. What am I supposed to do now? I turned my life upside down, and now my leader is dead.
I am fairly certain that is a close proximity of what was going on in their heads. Then Mary…his mother. My son has been murdered for loving too much. My son, who is God, allowed himself to be murdered for the sake of all these people, but he was still my son. My heart aches. I was supposed to protect him. He was my son.
Think that might be a fair assessment. As one who has lost a child, those thoughts are mild.
Watching the Spring wind outside with sprinkles of rain, I envision this to be the thought of all the disciples in the Upper Room and Mary. Replaying each element of the last few days. From songs of Hosanna to Crucify Him to watching him die before your eyes. Where did it all go wrong … or was this right? Then, the “make it make sense” thoughts.
However, with all that confusion, all that fear, that lostness, you do not lose your faith that something good has to come of this. Something bigger. Something that you just cannot see yet. You have faith that, through the wind and storm, the flowers will bloom. That the birds will sing. That it will all make sense…somehow.
As you are processing it all, Mary busts in the door and shouts the impossible … HE IS ALIVE. The flood of confusion and relief, and more confusion about what you saw and what she is saying. Then He appears, and it is true. I know that I would weep like a baby.
This is Easter Weekend. Take a true moment and place yourself in field with the disciples and Mary. Embrace the reality of what one Man did for you. Put yourself in the place of a disciple and adopt their perspective. This weekend is so much more … This weekend is the reason that we believe. This weekend is why we can survive the storms of the world. This weekend is the true reason we follow. Because death cannot hold us … because He saved us. There is nothing to fear when you believe.
Be blessed.
(As I finish this post, the winds have stopped. I think He likes what I wrote.)
**The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. For through me your days will be many, and years will be added to your life. – Psalm 9:10-11
Good Morning. Good Morning. I do apologize for not posting yesterday. We had a late-night Thursday night, an early morning Friday, and then lots of driving. So much so that when we got home, I literally went to the bathroom, then my chair, and did not move. I sank into my recliner, all stretched out. It felt so comfortable. I stayed there almost until bedtime, at which time I do not remember anything.
This morning’s storm sends my thoughts to the possibility of the thoughts for the disciples the day after they laid Him in the tomb.
Let's look at this as if you were there. You just spent three years with the most feared man on the planet, but also the most loving and compassionate. He was feared because of his love and compassion. A teacher who made you get outside of the world view of righteousness and into the godly view of righteousness. An educator of what the scripture truly means. A fisherman who never fished but knew where the fish were. A man, just like you, but so much NOT like you. A man who showed you pieces of yourself that you did not know existed. A man who foretold his own death and resurrection. A man who did not fear the religious leaders or the Romans but tried to invite them to the Kingdom. A man who saw through the traps and reflected the truth that even they could not deny. A man that you wanted to follow forever … a man you left your family for … a man that showed love to everyone…even the one who was to betray him. In all notable displays, the best friend that we all desire…the family…but oh so much more.
This man was just nailed to a cross for loving too much. Educating too much. Bringing Light to a darkened world. This man who loved is not dead. He is gone. Your thoughts … scattered at best, but more likely a tornado/hurricane windstorm mixed with a typhoon of emotions, doubt, confusion, and mostly fear. Where do I go? What do I do? How am I going to go on without Him? What is going to happen to me? What if the Romans find me? What about the religious leaders? I cannot go home, those who don’t believe will turn me in. What am I supposed to do now? I turned my life upside down, and now my leader is dead.
I am fairly certain that is a close proximity of what was going on in their heads. Then Mary…his mother. My son has been murdered for loving too much. My son, who is God, allowed himself to be murdered for the sake of all these people, but he was still my son. My heart aches. I was supposed to protect him. He was my son.
Think that might be a fair assessment. As one who has lost a child, those thoughts are mild.
Watching the Spring wind outside with sprinkles of rain, I envision this to be the thought of all the disciples in the Upper Room and Mary. Replaying each element of the last few days. From songs of Hosanna to Crucify Him to watching him die before your eyes. Where did it all go wrong … or was this right? Then, the “make it make sense” thoughts.
However, with all that confusion, all that fear, that lostness, you do not lose your faith that something good has to come of this. Something bigger. Something that you just cannot see yet. You have faith that, through the wind and storm, the flowers will bloom. That the birds will sing. That it will all make sense…somehow.
As you are processing it all, Mary busts in the door and shouts the impossible … HE IS ALIVE. The flood of confusion and relief, and more confusion about what you saw and what she is saying. Then He appears, and it is true. I know that I would weep like a baby.
This is Easter Weekend. Take a true moment and place yourself in field with the disciples and Mary. Embrace the reality of what one Man did for you. Put yourself in the place of a disciple and adopt their perspective. This weekend is so much more … This weekend is the reason that we believe. This weekend is why we can survive the storms of the world. This weekend is the true reason we follow. Because death cannot hold us … because He saved us. There is nothing to fear when you believe.
Be blessed.
(As I finish this post, the winds have stopped. I think He likes what I wrote.)
**The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. For through me your days will be many, and years will be added to your life. – Psalm 9:10-11
Good morning to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
Good Morning. Good Morning. I do apologize for not posting yesterday. We had a late-night Thursday night, an early morning Friday, and then lots of driving. So much so that when we got home, I literally went to the bathroom, then my chair, and did not move. I sank into my recliner, all stretched out. It felt so comfortable. I stayed there almost until bedtime, at which time I do not remember anything.
This morning’s storm sends my thoughts to the possibility of the thoughts for the disciples the day after they laid Him in the tomb.
Let's look at this as if you were there. You just spent three years with the most feared man on the planet, but also the most loving and compassionate. He was feared because of his love and compassion. A teacher who made you get outside of the world view of righteousness and into the godly view of righteousness. An educator of what the scripture truly means. A fisherman who never fished but knew where the fish were. A man, just like you, but so much NOT like you. A man who showed you pieces of yourself that you did not know existed. A man who foretold his own death and resurrection. A man who did not fear the religious leaders or the Romans but tried to invite them to the Kingdom. A man who saw through the traps and reflected the truth that even they could not deny. A man that you wanted to follow forever … a man you left your family for … a man that showed love to everyone…even the one who was to betray him. In all notable displays, the best friend that we all desire…the family…but oh so much more.
This man was just nailed to a cross for loving too much. Educating too much. Bringing Light to a darkened world. This man who loved is not dead. He is gone. Your thoughts … scattered at best, but more likely a tornado/hurricane windstorm mixed with a typhoon of emotions, doubt, confusion, and mostly fear. Where do I go? What do I do? How am I going to go on without Him? What is going to happen to me? What if the Romans find me? What about the religious leaders? I cannot go home, those who don’t believe will turn me in. What am I supposed to do now? I turned my life upside down, and now my leader is dead.
I am fairly certain that is a close proximity of what was going on in their heads. Then Mary…his mother. My son has been murdered for loving too much. My son, who is God, allowed himself to be murdered for the sake of all these people, but he was still my son. My heart aches. I was supposed to protect him. He was my son.
Think that might be a fair assessment. As one who has lost a child, those thoughts are mild.
Watching the Spring wind outside with sprinkles of rain, I envision this to be the thought of all the disciples in the Upper Room and Mary. Replaying each element of the last few days. From songs of Hosanna to Crucify Him to watching him die before your eyes. Where did it all go wrong … or was this right? Then, the “make it make sense” thoughts.
However, with all that confusion, all that fear, that lostness, you do not lose your faith that something good has to come of this. Something bigger. Something that you just cannot see yet. You have faith that, through the wind and storm, the flowers will bloom. That the birds will sing. That it will all make sense…somehow.
As you are processing it all, Mary busts in the door and shouts the impossible … HE IS ALIVE. The flood of confusion and relief, and more confusion about what you saw and what she is saying. Then He appears, and it is true. I know that I would weep like a baby.
This is Easter Weekend. Take a true moment and place yourself in field with the disciples and Mary. Embrace the reality of what one Man did for you. Put yourself in the place of a disciple and adopt their perspective. This weekend is so much more … This weekend is the reason that we believe. This weekend is why we can survive the storms of the world. This weekend is the true reason we follow. Because death cannot hold us … because He saved us. There is nothing to fear when you believe.
Be blessed.
(As I finish this post, the winds have stopped. I think He likes what I wrote.)
**The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. For through me your days will be many, and years will be added to your life. – Psalm 9:10-11
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