John 1:1-18
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
1 Cor. 5:7-8
Alleluia! Christ our Passover has been sacrificed for us; therefore let us keep the feast, not with the old leaven, the leaven of malice and evil, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth. Alleluia!
Rom. 6:9-11
Christ being raised from the dead will never die again; death no longer has dominion over him. The death that he died, he died to sin, once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God.
So also consider yourselves dead to sin, and alive to God in Jesus Christ our Lord. Alleluia!
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Alleluia! Christ is risen. The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia!
It has been a long, almost 50 days, my friends, since we have been able to say this word: Alleluia! Saying it brings a smile to my face, a freshness to my mouth. Alleluia! Alleluia!
Think of the pain and emptiness of the crucifixion and the tomb; it is gone!
Think of the waiting for Messiah; He is come!
Think of the fear we had of death; it is wiped away!
Think of the doubt, wondering if we would live with God in heaven for eternity; it is assured!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The celebration of Easter is a time of renewal. Our sins are washed clean by the blood of Christ's sacrifice for us. Today, each of us is reminded of this renewal. Celebrate this newness as each of us are reborn. The happiness we feel today with our rebirth is no less than the same abundant joy we feel when a new baby arrives into the world.
What does this new birth, this cleansing arrival bring?
You can no longer be in darkness.
You can no longer be in a place which separates you from God.
You can no longer be without a Companion who is always with you.
Alleluia!
So, brothers and sisters, I leave you for a time, until we meet again. If you found peace or joy or love or inspiration from the words that were written here, words that were not mine, but which came through me to you as a gift from God, send the link along. The Living Water that is the Holy Spirit is most refreshing and renewing when it flows freely and does not sit, becoming stale. I send blessings in the name of the Risen Christ to you on this day. May you encourage each other in faith, and be encouraged. May you give love greatly, and reside in love. May you rejoice in the knowledge of your salvation, and live in peace. Alleluia! Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!!!!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Apr 3: Holy Saturday - "Darkness"
Mark 15: 42-47
When evening had come, and since it was the day of Preparation, that is, the day before the sabbath, Joseph of Arimathea, a respected member of the council, who was also himself waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God, went boldly to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then Pilate wondered if he were already dead; and summoning the centurion, he asked him whether he had been dead for some time. When he learned from the centurion that he was dead, he granted the body to Joseph. Then Joseph bought a linen cloth, and taking down the body, wrapped it in the linen cloth, and laid it in a tomb that had been hewn out of the rock. He then rolled a stone against the door of the tomb. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where the body was laid.
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Today is a day filled with abject despair and empty of hope. A terrible darkness, matching the inky black of the tomb, fills your heart.
It is almost impossible to have faith on this day It is so hard to keep believing. Your teacher, Rabbi, Son, friend...is lying dead in a cold grave. He is now no different than any other man. Even though the past three years have been filled with days of wonderful words, quiet moments of peace and awesome miracles, right now, it is all gone.
You wander around without direction, stumbling through menial tasks. Your purpose seems to have evaporated in the bright heat of this day. The sun is hot and stark. It does not bring warmth, but only a painful, false brightness. There is a ringing in your ears, the voices of the crowd and the streets from yesterday's macabre parade to Golgotha resound mercilessly in your head.
How can you go on? What will you do?
But, there is still hope. The scriptures foretold of this moment. He would be broken; His side would be pierced. He would rise up triumphant over death. Will it happen? Will the darkness turn to beautiful light?
You decide you can make it through another day. You will pray. You will keep up hope. You will sit with your friends in joyful remembrance of His miracles and words. You will comfort His Mother.
Maybe tomorrow will be better...
When evening had come, and since it was the day of Preparation, that is, the day before the sabbath, Joseph of Arimathea, a respected member of the council, who was also himself waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God, went boldly to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then Pilate wondered if he were already dead; and summoning the centurion, he asked him whether he had been dead for some time. When he learned from the centurion that he was dead, he granted the body to Joseph. Then Joseph bought a linen cloth, and taking down the body, wrapped it in the linen cloth, and laid it in a tomb that had been hewn out of the rock. He then rolled a stone against the door of the tomb. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where the body was laid.
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Today is a day filled with abject despair and empty of hope. A terrible darkness, matching the inky black of the tomb, fills your heart.
It is almost impossible to have faith on this day It is so hard to keep believing. Your teacher, Rabbi, Son, friend...is lying dead in a cold grave. He is now no different than any other man. Even though the past three years have been filled with days of wonderful words, quiet moments of peace and awesome miracles, right now, it is all gone.
You wander around without direction, stumbling through menial tasks. Your purpose seems to have evaporated in the bright heat of this day. The sun is hot and stark. It does not bring warmth, but only a painful, false brightness. There is a ringing in your ears, the voices of the crowd and the streets from yesterday's macabre parade to Golgotha resound mercilessly in your head.
How can you go on? What will you do?
But, there is still hope. The scriptures foretold of this moment. He would be broken; His side would be pierced. He would rise up triumphant over death. Will it happen? Will the darkness turn to beautiful light?
You decide you can make it through another day. You will pray. You will keep up hope. You will sit with your friends in joyful remembrance of His miracles and words. You will comfort His Mother.
Maybe tomorrow will be better...
Friday, April 2, 2010
Apr 2: Good Friday - "Were You There?"
Mark 15: 1-47
And they brought Him unto the place called Golgotha (which is, being interpreted, The Place of a Skull). And they gave Him to drink wine mingled with myrrh, but He received it not. And when they had crucified Him, they parted His garments, casting lots for them to see what every man should take. And it was the third hour when they crucified Him.
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Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
You are a merchant, living in Jerusalem. You celebrated the Passover this week with friends. You are a peaceful person, not wanting conflict around you. You hear about some men going on public trial today and that Pilate, as is the tradition, will let one prisoner go free. You stand in the crowd, caught up in the brutal mentality of the mob. For one man, you shout "Free him!". For another, one you have heard causes trouble in the Temple, you shout, "Crucify Him! Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
You are a young Roman solider. You are far from your home, having been assigned to this dusty city full people whose language and traditions you don't understand. You have been assigned, on this day, to push a man along in the streets, forcing Him to carry the cross on which He will be crucified. He must have done something terrible to deserve this. When you reach the top of the barren hill outside of town, you press Him onto the rough-hewn wood. He does not seem to resist. Why? You hold the sharp iron spikes against His hands, then feet, while your fellow soldier pounds them mercilessly through His flesh. He does not make a sound as you raise the cross to a standing position. His blood drips onto your shoulder as you drop the base of the cross into the hole in the ground, assuring pain, torture and eventual death for this man. What did he do?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
You are Mary. As much as you did not want it, you knew deep in your heart that this day might come. The brilliant memory of the angel's visit, the excitement of that moment rings hollow on this day. You have watched your Son grow and come to be the Man that He is; speaking words of beauty and peace; healing; loving. Now, He is gone. You are broken beyond measure.
Oh, sometimes, it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Yes, we were all there. We stand there yet today every time we do not show mercy; every time we allow ourselves to play a role in something unkind; every time when we should show love but we deliver anger or hate; every time we watch a friend, a loved one or a child in pain. We were there.
And they brought Him unto the place called Golgotha (which is, being interpreted, The Place of a Skull). And they gave Him to drink wine mingled with myrrh, but He received it not. And when they had crucified Him, they parted His garments, casting lots for them to see what every man should take. And it was the third hour when they crucified Him.
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Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
You are a merchant, living in Jerusalem. You celebrated the Passover this week with friends. You are a peaceful person, not wanting conflict around you. You hear about some men going on public trial today and that Pilate, as is the tradition, will let one prisoner go free. You stand in the crowd, caught up in the brutal mentality of the mob. For one man, you shout "Free him!". For another, one you have heard causes trouble in the Temple, you shout, "Crucify Him! Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
You are a young Roman solider. You are far from your home, having been assigned to this dusty city full people whose language and traditions you don't understand. You have been assigned, on this day, to push a man along in the streets, forcing Him to carry the cross on which He will be crucified. He must have done something terrible to deserve this. When you reach the top of the barren hill outside of town, you press Him onto the rough-hewn wood. He does not seem to resist. Why? You hold the sharp iron spikes against His hands, then feet, while your fellow soldier pounds them mercilessly through His flesh. He does not make a sound as you raise the cross to a standing position. His blood drips onto your shoulder as you drop the base of the cross into the hole in the ground, assuring pain, torture and eventual death for this man. What did he do?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
You are Mary. As much as you did not want it, you knew deep in your heart that this day might come. The brilliant memory of the angel's visit, the excitement of that moment rings hollow on this day. You have watched your Son grow and come to be the Man that He is; speaking words of beauty and peace; healing; loving. Now, He is gone. You are broken beyond measure.
Oh, sometimes, it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Yes, we were all there. We stand there yet today every time we do not show mercy; every time we allow ourselves to play a role in something unkind; every time when we should show love but we deliver anger or hate; every time we watch a friend, a loved one or a child in pain. We were there.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Apr 1: Maundy Thursday - "Break Bread Together"
1 Corinthians 10:14-17; 11:27-32
The cup of blessing that we bless, is it not a sharing in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a sharing in the body of Christ? Because there is one bread, we who are many are one body, for we all partake of the one bread. *****************************************************
As I was sitting down to write this morning, I looked back on last year's posting for this day. I remember it was one of my favorites (not sure if it was anyone else's or not). The sharing of a meal together, as Christ did with His disciples on this day, is such a wonderful and important part of any family's life.
Looking back on this writing, the only thing that struck me differently than last year was the importance of the sacrament of Communion, which is a celebration of this meal between Christ and His friends.
For me, taking the bread and the wine each Sunday not only reminds me of the beauty of breaking bread with friends and family, but the nature of what we are actually doing during this sacrament. We start with prayer. We walk up to accept the bread and the wine which has been blessed. We take it in, recognizing that it is the representation of the sacrifice of Christ's body and blood. We end with prayer. The symbolic nature of the blessing, breaking and sharing is the way we take our prayers of trouble and concern, of thanksgiving or of simple praise and bless them. A burden, when shared, is lightened; a blessing, when shared, is multiplied.
So, faithful reader, I hope you don't see me posting a repeat as being lazy. If you enjoyed it before, I hope you enjoy it again. Blessings to each of you on this special day.
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Today is a special day (aren't they all?). On this day of Holy Week, Maundy Thursday, we celebrate the Last Supper. We remember the simple meal Christ shared with His friends. We experience the words He gave to them and to us which encourage us, in the sacrament of the Eucharist, breaking bread and partaking in wine, to remember Him and His example to us.
Could you imagine being there? How would it have be to be sitting with Christ around a humble table? I have to believe at this meal, there was not a lot of laughing. If anything, it was probably a solemn occasion. The air must have been thick with tension and fear. The Disciples knew that their Rabbi, Yeshua, was about to be taken into custody. They had to know it would not end well. Could it be any less comfortable? It becomes so. Jesus, the Christ, God incarnate, kneels to the floor and removes the sandals from each of His friends and washes the dust of Jerusalem off their tired feet. Is there a better example of servant leadership? Could there be a better way to show humility and sincere care for your friends?
When we think about the wonderful times with family we have had around a table, sharing a meal why are they so often such happy and joyous memories? I remember many times as I was growing up...and still today...sitting around a big table with parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles cousins, nieces and nephews...all of us laughing and truly loving being with one another at that moment. Some of my most fond memories are of meals at Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, weddings and, yes, funerals. I smile just thinking about these times!
As a race, we humans most often celebrate special occasions by breaking bread with one another. Even in the business world, lunches, dinners, breakfast meetings...all of these represent times when we can be together in fellowship. But why do they seem so special? Is this because of the shared memories each of us have around these meal times? It is merely the celebration of holidays and special occasions, the joy of which just overflows to the meals at these events? Or, is it something else? Christ said, "where two or three are gathered together, I will be with them." Could this be the reason? When we sit around the table and give thanks for the food and the fellowship, is He not with us? I think so. I believe Jesus is sitting right there at our table. He laughs with us...cries with us...shares our joy and our love for one another.
So, on this day, Maundy Thursday, celebrate the sharing of a meal with friends, as Jesus did with His. If your church offers it, participate in the ceremony of foot washing. For in all of these things...breaking bread, sharing wine, serving each other humbly...we remember Him who died for each of us in the ultimate gift of love.
The cup of blessing that we bless, is it not a sharing in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a sharing in the body of Christ? Because there is one bread, we who are many are one body, for we all partake of the one bread. *****************************************************
As I was sitting down to write this morning, I looked back on last year's posting for this day. I remember it was one of my favorites (not sure if it was anyone else's or not). The sharing of a meal together, as Christ did with His disciples on this day, is such a wonderful and important part of any family's life.
Looking back on this writing, the only thing that struck me differently than last year was the importance of the sacrament of Communion, which is a celebration of this meal between Christ and His friends.
For me, taking the bread and the wine each Sunday not only reminds me of the beauty of breaking bread with friends and family, but the nature of what we are actually doing during this sacrament. We start with prayer. We walk up to accept the bread and the wine which has been blessed. We take it in, recognizing that it is the representation of the sacrifice of Christ's body and blood. We end with prayer. The symbolic nature of the blessing, breaking and sharing is the way we take our prayers of trouble and concern, of thanksgiving or of simple praise and bless them. A burden, when shared, is lightened; a blessing, when shared, is multiplied.
So, faithful reader, I hope you don't see me posting a repeat as being lazy. If you enjoyed it before, I hope you enjoy it again. Blessings to each of you on this special day.
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Today is a special day (aren't they all?). On this day of Holy Week, Maundy Thursday, we celebrate the Last Supper. We remember the simple meal Christ shared with His friends. We experience the words He gave to them and to us which encourage us, in the sacrament of the Eucharist, breaking bread and partaking in wine, to remember Him and His example to us.
Could you imagine being there? How would it have be to be sitting with Christ around a humble table? I have to believe at this meal, there was not a lot of laughing. If anything, it was probably a solemn occasion. The air must have been thick with tension and fear. The Disciples knew that their Rabbi, Yeshua, was about to be taken into custody. They had to know it would not end well. Could it be any less comfortable? It becomes so. Jesus, the Christ, God incarnate, kneels to the floor and removes the sandals from each of His friends and washes the dust of Jerusalem off their tired feet. Is there a better example of servant leadership? Could there be a better way to show humility and sincere care for your friends?
When we think about the wonderful times with family we have had around a table, sharing a meal why are they so often such happy and joyous memories? I remember many times as I was growing up...and still today...sitting around a big table with parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles cousins, nieces and nephews...all of us laughing and truly loving being with one another at that moment. Some of my most fond memories are of meals at Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, weddings and, yes, funerals. I smile just thinking about these times!
As a race, we humans most often celebrate special occasions by breaking bread with one another. Even in the business world, lunches, dinners, breakfast meetings...all of these represent times when we can be together in fellowship. But why do they seem so special? Is this because of the shared memories each of us have around these meal times? It is merely the celebration of holidays and special occasions, the joy of which just overflows to the meals at these events? Or, is it something else? Christ said, "where two or three are gathered together, I will be with them." Could this be the reason? When we sit around the table and give thanks for the food and the fellowship, is He not with us? I think so. I believe Jesus is sitting right there at our table. He laughs with us...cries with us...shares our joy and our love for one another.
So, on this day, Maundy Thursday, celebrate the sharing of a meal with friends, as Jesus did with His. If your church offers it, participate in the ceremony of foot washing. For in all of these things...breaking bread, sharing wine, serving each other humbly...we remember Him who died for each of us in the ultimate gift of love.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Mar 31 - "Fading Away"
Mark 11:27-33
Again Jesus and the disciples came to Jerusalem. As he was walking in the temple, the chief priests, the scribes, and the elders came to him and said, “By what authority are you doing these things? Who gave you this authority to do them?” Jesus said to them, “I will ask you one question; answer me, and I will tell you by what authority I do these things. Did the baptism of John come from heaven, or was it of human origin? Answer me.” They argued with one another, “If we say, ‘From heaven,’ he will say, ‘Why then did you not believe him?’ But shall we say, ‘Of human origin’?” – they were afraid of the crowd, for all regarded John as truly a prophet. So they answered Jesus, “We do not know.” And Jesus said to them, “Neither will I tell you by what authority I am doing these things.”
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Imagine living near Jerusalem during Jesus' earthly We have seen miracles of healing and of power. Christ has fed thousands, walked on water, healed dozens and dozens of people. He has done all of these things in a servant-like manner. At no point has He come out and said to the crowds or priests, "I am the Son of God. Worship Me. I am the One you have been praying for over the centuries. I am Messiah."
Wouldn't it have been so much more simple if He had just come out and said who He was? Jesus has been building a case, compiling proof after proof that He is the Son of God, the Mighty Redeemer, Messiah. He has set everything up, so why doesn't He close the deal?
Of course, the answer is obvious. If He had stated these things, He may have been worshiped during all of His earthly life. He would have been marked among the great Prophets and compared to Abraham or Moses...Gandhi or Mother Theresa...Martin Luther King. But unless He continued to perform miracles time and time again, the memory of the three years of His ministry on earth would likely have faded over time.
During my teens years, I went to "church camp" every summer. I remember these times being not only a week of fun with friends, but a time when I felt very close to God. Some of my dearest and longest-lasting friendships came from those times at camp. Close to the end of each of these weeks, summer after summer, there would be a gathering one evening during which we would attend a worship service. During this service, each of us was asked to make a covenant with God. There was no pressure to promise any certain thing. Each of us were simply encouraged to pray, to talk to God and determine what He might be calling us to do.
I remember these worship services at the end of camp to be incredibly spiritual and emotional events. There was hardly ever a dry eye in the house, as each of us came to terms with our relationship with God.
But, the other thing I remember just as vividly, is how the feelings from that worship service faded in the weeks following camp. As each of us came back out into the world and the daily grind of our lives took over once again, the power of that moment, that evening seem to grow dim. The way we campers were able to keep that memory alive was to spend time with each other, encouraging each other in our faith as the months, the years passed along. However, even with this fellowship, the sharpness and clarity of that evening never quite regained its luster.
Why did Christ not proclaim Himself as God incarnate? Because He did not have to use words for this to be true. He put Himself below all, allowing Himself to be sacrificed for each of us. His death and resurrection spoke more than any words could tell. The ministry of the Apostles after He left this world showed more to us than Christ's attestation of His being could ever have done.
So, as we enter into the crescendo that is the last part of Holy Week, do not let the memories of the Last Supper, the Garden at Gethsemane, Golgotha or the Tomb fade as you continue with your lives after this season. Remember the sheer humility of washing the feet of a friend; remember the tears shed on Good Friday; remember the emptiness of the time when all hope seems lost. But most importantly, remember and rejoice in the power of the Resurrection! Recognize that the finality of His sacrifice is far greater than mere words could ever profess and that His conquering of Death will continue forever and never fade away.
Again Jesus and the disciples came to Jerusalem. As he was walking in the temple, the chief priests, the scribes, and the elders came to him and said, “By what authority are you doing these things? Who gave you this authority to do them?” Jesus said to them, “I will ask you one question; answer me, and I will tell you by what authority I do these things. Did the baptism of John come from heaven, or was it of human origin? Answer me.” They argued with one another, “If we say, ‘From heaven,’ he will say, ‘Why then did you not believe him?’ But shall we say, ‘Of human origin’?” – they were afraid of the crowd, for all regarded John as truly a prophet. So they answered Jesus, “We do not know.” And Jesus said to them, “Neither will I tell you by what authority I am doing these things.”
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Imagine living near Jerusalem during Jesus' earthly We have seen miracles of healing and of power. Christ has fed thousands, walked on water, healed dozens and dozens of people. He has done all of these things in a servant-like manner. At no point has He come out and said to the crowds or priests, "I am the Son of God. Worship Me. I am the One you have been praying for over the centuries. I am Messiah."
Wouldn't it have been so much more simple if He had just come out and said who He was? Jesus has been building a case, compiling proof after proof that He is the Son of God, the Mighty Redeemer, Messiah. He has set everything up, so why doesn't He close the deal?
Of course, the answer is obvious. If He had stated these things, He may have been worshiped during all of His earthly life. He would have been marked among the great Prophets and compared to Abraham or Moses...Gandhi or Mother Theresa...Martin Luther King. But unless He continued to perform miracles time and time again, the memory of the three years of His ministry on earth would likely have faded over time.
During my teens years, I went to "church camp" every summer. I remember these times being not only a week of fun with friends, but a time when I felt very close to God. Some of my dearest and longest-lasting friendships came from those times at camp. Close to the end of each of these weeks, summer after summer, there would be a gathering one evening during which we would attend a worship service. During this service, each of us was asked to make a covenant with God. There was no pressure to promise any certain thing. Each of us were simply encouraged to pray, to talk to God and determine what He might be calling us to do.
I remember these worship services at the end of camp to be incredibly spiritual and emotional events. There was hardly ever a dry eye in the house, as each of us came to terms with our relationship with God.
But, the other thing I remember just as vividly, is how the feelings from that worship service faded in the weeks following camp. As each of us came back out into the world and the daily grind of our lives took over once again, the power of that moment, that evening seem to grow dim. The way we campers were able to keep that memory alive was to spend time with each other, encouraging each other in our faith as the months, the years passed along. However, even with this fellowship, the sharpness and clarity of that evening never quite regained its luster.
Why did Christ not proclaim Himself as God incarnate? Because He did not have to use words for this to be true. He put Himself below all, allowing Himself to be sacrificed for each of us. His death and resurrection spoke more than any words could tell. The ministry of the Apostles after He left this world showed more to us than Christ's attestation of His being could ever have done.
So, as we enter into the crescendo that is the last part of Holy Week, do not let the memories of the Last Supper, the Garden at Gethsemane, Golgotha or the Tomb fade as you continue with your lives after this season. Remember the sheer humility of washing the feet of a friend; remember the tears shed on Good Friday; remember the emptiness of the time when all hope seems lost. But most importantly, remember and rejoice in the power of the Resurrection! Recognize that the finality of His sacrifice is far greater than mere words could ever profess and that His conquering of Death will continue forever and never fade away.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Mar 30 - "Had Enough?"
Mark 11:12-25
Then they came to Jerusalem. And he entered the temple and began to drive out those who were selling and those who were buying in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves; and he would not allow anyone to carry anything through the temple. He was teaching and saying, “Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations’? But you have made it a den of robbers.”
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Was there a time recently when you completely lost your cool? Are there days when you are in a crabby mood for no apparent reason?
I find this passage both interesting and confusing. Right before Jesus goes to the temple and shakes things up a bit, He is walking along, spies a fig tree and decides He would like one. He comes to the fig tree and finds none. Even though figs are not in season at this time, He curses the tree, soon after which it withers and dies. It seems a strange story to tell. But as always, we later see the divine purpose of the fig tree's undoing is to show the power of prayer. Jesus tells His disciples that nothing is impossible; whatever they ask for in the deep belief of their prayer will come to pass.
After sending the fig tree to an untimely demise, Jesus wreaks havoc at the temple. He turns over tables, chases people out and starts barking orders, telling people what they can and cannot do in the temple. This seems so uncharacteristic of Jesus. It was likely not a planned or staged event...nothing Jesus did had that false flavor. He must have simply been fed up and witnessed a scene which pushed Him over the edge. Even though we see times when Jesus rebuked or seemed angry, this is the first and only time we see Him really take action, lashing out in response to His anger or perhaps frustration.
How could He do this? Wasn't He perfect and beyond sin? Even though Jesus was fully God, He was also fully Man. Things angered and frustrated Him; He wept; He was tempted; He asked that this cup be passed from Him; Jesus even asked God why He was forsaking Him on the cross.
At the end of this chapter, Jesus returns to His old self. He is back in the temple talking to the priests, telling the parable of the caretakers in the vineyard and how they mistreat the vineyard's owner. This is the Jesus we know. Even though He is still pushing the envelope, rebuking the priests and elders by means of the story He tells, He does it in a way that is non-violent, scholastic and almost meek.
So, we all lose our cool every once in awhile. It's OK, even Jesus did. Just make sure you return to your former self, loving peace and working towards harmony.
Then they came to Jerusalem. And he entered the temple and began to drive out those who were selling and those who were buying in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves; and he would not allow anyone to carry anything through the temple. He was teaching and saying, “Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations’? But you have made it a den of robbers.”
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Was there a time recently when you completely lost your cool? Are there days when you are in a crabby mood for no apparent reason?
I find this passage both interesting and confusing. Right before Jesus goes to the temple and shakes things up a bit, He is walking along, spies a fig tree and decides He would like one. He comes to the fig tree and finds none. Even though figs are not in season at this time, He curses the tree, soon after which it withers and dies. It seems a strange story to tell. But as always, we later see the divine purpose of the fig tree's undoing is to show the power of prayer. Jesus tells His disciples that nothing is impossible; whatever they ask for in the deep belief of their prayer will come to pass.
After sending the fig tree to an untimely demise, Jesus wreaks havoc at the temple. He turns over tables, chases people out and starts barking orders, telling people what they can and cannot do in the temple. This seems so uncharacteristic of Jesus. It was likely not a planned or staged event...nothing Jesus did had that false flavor. He must have simply been fed up and witnessed a scene which pushed Him over the edge. Even though we see times when Jesus rebuked or seemed angry, this is the first and only time we see Him really take action, lashing out in response to His anger or perhaps frustration.
How could He do this? Wasn't He perfect and beyond sin? Even though Jesus was fully God, He was also fully Man. Things angered and frustrated Him; He wept; He was tempted; He asked that this cup be passed from Him; Jesus even asked God why He was forsaking Him on the cross.
At the end of this chapter, Jesus returns to His old self. He is back in the temple talking to the priests, telling the parable of the caretakers in the vineyard and how they mistreat the vineyard's owner. This is the Jesus we know. Even though He is still pushing the envelope, rebuking the priests and elders by means of the story He tells, He does it in a way that is non-violent, scholastic and almost meek.
So, we all lose our cool every once in awhile. It's OK, even Jesus did. Just make sure you return to your former self, loving peace and working towards harmony.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Mar 29 - "Beauty For Ashes"
2 Corinthians 1:1-7
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all consolation, who consoles us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to console those who are in any affliction with the consolation with which we ourselves are consoled by God. For just as the sufferings of Christ are abundant for us, so also our consolation is abundant through Christ.
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It hurts to hurt. There are times when we struggle, are in pain, suffer. We wonder, what good can come of this?
Over the past couple of years, my Mom has been down quite a tough road. In the later months of 2006, her husband Mark started to exhibit behavior which pointed towards something not being right. Fast forward to February of 2007 when he is diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. This crippling and often terminal disorder took what was a strong, assured man and reduced him to a shell of his former self. Mark left this world and went into the loving arms of God on January 24, 2008.
For the period of over one year, my Mom was faced with the daily struggle of not only caring for her ill husband, but the prospect of gradually losing the man she loved for many years. How hard it must have been, dealing with caring for another who eventually could no longer care for himself and to have to do it without your best friend, your confidant to guide and support you through. She suffered greatly. The pain of this suffering has still not fully faded, nor may it ever. I am in awe of the courage she showed during this time.
But, good things can come from bad. During the past year, a dear friend of my Mom's went through a similar situation. Her husband also became ill, failing and falling towards what was to be his eventual passing late last year. Over the course of a few months, my Mom was able to give comfort to her. Because she had experienced what this woman was now experiencing, she was able to give words of support and show a caring love which had come out of her own trials. She was now able to relate in a way which she may have been unable to do, unless she had experienced the passing of her own husband.
My Mom also now volunteers at the Ronald McDonald House, helping families who have children with devastating, chronic or terminal illnesses. She is able to support them in a far richer and more meaningful way because she too has suffered their pain. By no means, do I want to imply that the Mark's illness and death occurred just so my Mom would now have the words to comfort those who are in pain. But, she has taken her pain and turned it into something magnificent.
There is a beautiful song by Crystal Lewis, based on Isaiah 61:3 ("To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."). The chorus of the song has a poignant message, putting into contrast the highs and lows we all experience:
He gives beauty for ashes
Strength for fear
Gladness for mourning
Peace for despair
So, brothers and sisters, know that when you suffer, you are not alone. Lean on those around you who have also suffered; allow beauty to come forth from their ashes. Remember that you have a Great Comforter in our Lord Jesus Christ. He is able to bring peace and solace to you because He also was persecuted and in pain. Gain peace with the recognition that you do not have to bear the burden of pain, sorrow or heartache by yourself.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all consolation, who consoles us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to console those who are in any affliction with the consolation with which we ourselves are consoled by God. For just as the sufferings of Christ are abundant for us, so also our consolation is abundant through Christ.
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It hurts to hurt. There are times when we struggle, are in pain, suffer. We wonder, what good can come of this?
Over the past couple of years, my Mom has been down quite a tough road. In the later months of 2006, her husband Mark started to exhibit behavior which pointed towards something not being right. Fast forward to February of 2007 when he is diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. This crippling and often terminal disorder took what was a strong, assured man and reduced him to a shell of his former self. Mark left this world and went into the loving arms of God on January 24, 2008.
For the period of over one year, my Mom was faced with the daily struggle of not only caring for her ill husband, but the prospect of gradually losing the man she loved for many years. How hard it must have been, dealing with caring for another who eventually could no longer care for himself and to have to do it without your best friend, your confidant to guide and support you through. She suffered greatly. The pain of this suffering has still not fully faded, nor may it ever. I am in awe of the courage she showed during this time.
But, good things can come from bad. During the past year, a dear friend of my Mom's went through a similar situation. Her husband also became ill, failing and falling towards what was to be his eventual passing late last year. Over the course of a few months, my Mom was able to give comfort to her. Because she had experienced what this woman was now experiencing, she was able to give words of support and show a caring love which had come out of her own trials. She was now able to relate in a way which she may have been unable to do, unless she had experienced the passing of her own husband.
My Mom also now volunteers at the Ronald McDonald House, helping families who have children with devastating, chronic or terminal illnesses. She is able to support them in a far richer and more meaningful way because she too has suffered their pain. By no means, do I want to imply that the Mark's illness and death occurred just so my Mom would now have the words to comfort those who are in pain. But, she has taken her pain and turned it into something magnificent.
There is a beautiful song by Crystal Lewis, based on Isaiah 61:3 ("To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."). The chorus of the song has a poignant message, putting into contrast the highs and lows we all experience:
He gives beauty for ashes
Strength for fear
Gladness for mourning
Peace for despair
So, brothers and sisters, know that when you suffer, you are not alone. Lean on those around you who have also suffered; allow beauty to come forth from their ashes. Remember that you have a Great Comforter in our Lord Jesus Christ. He is able to bring peace and solace to you because He also was persecuted and in pain. Gain peace with the recognition that you do not have to bear the burden of pain, sorrow or heartache by yourself.
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