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Trust Series Continues – Is Trust Shattered or Sacred?

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The Trust Series Continues:

Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you have not been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise, this post will not make sense:

The Easter 2017 Trust Series:

And there are links to the entire Trust Series at the bottom of the post so you can join us on learning about trust, why it is important, and how to grow healthy trust.

Ok, on to today’s story –

An Obsession

I have become obsessed with escaping the confines of this cave, and. . . you . . . and running to talk to Mary.

You are so conservative, cautious, and controlled. So spiritual, and trusting.

I on the other hand seek the truth. To accomplish that I want to talk to Mary and see what she says. If I were honest, I’m embarrassed we slunk away from the tomb that day. Do you realize that while we snuck back along the stream to the safety of the cave, Mary talked to Jesus?

Why didn’t we have the courage to stay?

Why don’t I have the courage to voice these things out loud to you?

Maybe I don’t trust you enough.

I certainly don’t trust myself.

And apparently, I don’t trust Jesus enough.

I know we prayed, but I still want to see Him for myself. And if I can’t, I want to talk to someone who did.

But even if I talk to her, I may not believe her.

What is wrong with me?

Why am I so confused?

I’m not afraid of facing the soldiers if Jesus is alive. But how am I supposed to find out?

You say pray and wait.

I say pray and act. And that is what I’m going to do. Somehow, I have to figure out a way to get out of here without anyone noticing. Especially you. Then I can find my way to where Mary and the others are hiding and get some answers.

Play It Cool

The women have started to prepare the evening meal. I’ll help so nothing seems unusual.

Taking an onion, I start to chop. Tears come as I contemplate how to get past the men at the mouth of the main cave. Maybe I can tell them I have to run to my house for something. Or I could tell them the truth and then laugh like it’s a joke. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

As I finish chopping and pour the onion in the pot I say, “Oh my that was a strong onion, I can barely see through the tears. What else are we adding? Okay, can you hand me some please? Oh thank you. These are the fattest carrots I’ve ever seen. They should be delicious.”

We finish the preparations and the meal is left to simmer. I love how the aroma of the vegetables and herbs mix with the campfire smoke. It will take some time for the meal to be ready since we have to keep the fire small so the smoke doesn’t escape the cave and alert the soldiers to our whereabouts.

Everyone has gone back to their family areas in the cave and no one is paying attention to anyone else. Hum, rather than wait for the cover of darkness maybe now is the perfect time to make good my escape.

Let me think . . .

As I walk back to our little area I notice you are leaned up against the cave wall sound asleep. Yes! I can grab the water jug and use that as an excuse to go outside.

I can hear my heart in my ears and adrenaline courses through my veins. I’m ready to bolt, but I must appear calm on the outside. I take a deep breath to still my nerves and bend down to pick up the jug.

You moan.

I freeze.

You yawn, stretch, and lay down on your mat. In a moment you start to snore.

My strangle hold on the water jug relaxes a bit as I stand up, turn, and walk out of our chamber within the main cave.

Great! Instead of two men watching the front, there is a group of them. Two of them are talking at the same time, loudly. The others are standing around with their arms crossed, grinding their teeth. I can see their jaw muscles from here. Joseph, the one who told us about Mary Magdalene, stands a foot or two behind the group, with his feet apart and his fists are clinched.

I hug the edge of the cave and aim for the open space just to the right of the group.

Only a few more feet to go . . .

My head jerks their direction when a voice booms, “You there, what are you doing?”

My mouth goes dry and the pounding has turned to thunder in my ears as I hold up the water jug without a word.

The man turns back to the group and ignores me.

I walk by without a glance and step into the sunshine.

Under the Cloak of Daylight

It’s so bright after being in the cave I can’t see. But I don’t stop. I know the stream is ahead and to the left. After a few steps forward I turn and hope I’m headed in the right direction. My eyes adjust to the brightness as I step into the cool water. As I bend over to fill the jug I take the chance and look around me. No one. There is no one else there.

I stand up, and casually glance around again. My heart leaps. I think I can do this. I tuck the jug under my arm, and start down the stream. It runs from the quarry, down the canyon past the cave, all the way to the tunnels under Jerusalem. As long as no one is getting water, I should be able to get close to where Mary and the others are hiding.

I meander down the stream until out of sight of the cave, and stop to listen. The only sounds are the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze. I pick my way out of the stream and up the bank to the trail that leads into town. With a sigh I realize I have made good my escape. Now I have to get to Mary and talk to her, and then back here as quick and safe as possible.

With the water jug in one hand I grab my garments in the other so I don’t trip, and take off at a jog. But after a dozen strides I hear something and stop. Frozen, I hold my breath and listen.

Is that voices?

Continued. . .

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Is Trust Shattered or Sacred?

Continued from yesterday’s post:

Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you haven’t been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise this post won’t make sense:

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Okay, on to today’s segment of our story –

Don’t Trust Your Own Eyes

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Don’t Trust Your Eyes

“I think we should wait and pray to see what the truth is and how and what we can trust. Because, right now, I don’t trust my own ears or eyes.”

Silence.

An increasingly angry mob is stunned into utter silence.

After several moments a child whimpers in the dark. Those close by shush it. No one else breaths.

Every eyeball in the cave is pointed at us. Even in the dark.

You stand there tall and defiant as I swallow hard.

It’s cool in the cave but a bead of sweat trickles down my neck.

I’m getting light headed again.

All I can think is please someone say something.

Silence Broken

At last the same voice that called for Mary Magdalene to be stoned breaks the silence, “Yes. As you say, we need to pray and allow the truth to be revealed. None of us know what to do or say in a situation like this.”

You begin, “Our Father, who art in Heaven…”

And the entire cave joins in.

Now the hair is standing up on the back of my neck, no longer in fear, but in anticipation and exhilaration!

As you pray I keep wondering could it be true. Could Jesus really be alive?

The cave echoes “Amen and Amen” as you finish the prayer.

Stopped In My Tracks

I first heard Jesus say that prayer a couple years ago. It was powerful then, and more so now. Inspired, I turn toward the mouth of the cave. As I take my first running step my arm gets jerked behind me and I’m spun back face to face with you.

“What? Why did you grab me?”

“You can’t go.”

“What do you mean I can’t go? And how do you know where I was going?”

“I know you better than you know yourself.”

“No you don’t.”

“You were going to try to find Jesus.”

“And why can’t I?”

“Because we just prayed.”

“I know we prayed, that’s what made me want to go find Him. I started to believe He is alive.”

“We have to wait now.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“We must. The others are now looking for us to guide them and we must trust that if Jesus is alive, He, or someone close to Him, will come tell us. They know we are here.”

“Well . . . we could . . . act as intermediaries between His disciples and everyone here in the cave. That way the others could stay here and be safe. And we can go interview the Marys and get more information.”

“No.”

A Move

“Come on, don’t you want to know? Aren’t you curious?”

“Well of course.”

“I knew you did. So why can’t we go?”

“Because Jesus would want us to stay here, take care of the others in the cave and keep them safe. If we leave, some of them will want to follow us, and that could get them killed. Would Jesus want that?”

“Okay, I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Now we have to trust that if He is alive the truth will be revealed. So . . . what are we gonna do in the mean time?”

You look over at your family, gathered against the back of the cave. Your sisters, both young moms holding their babies, your Grandmother bent with age, standing.

I sense a move coming. “Can we at least move closer to the mouth of the cave so if someone comes with news we can be at the front, instead of the back of the line in hearing it?”

You shake your head.

“No? Why not?”

You don’t even bother to answer me. Your cousin has gathered the rest of your family. Quietly you take your Grandmother’s hand to help her. Without speaking, we move as a group to an opening in the side of the cave, away from the mass of people at the back, but no closer to the front. Once through the small entrance, it reveals a large open area, like a cave within a cave. It’s much darker than the main cave, but is far more spacious. Plus, there are several small children with the group and this will reduce the chance that any soldiers would hear them playing and find the cave.  If they did, everyone here would be in danger.

The thought of the soldiers reminds me of Pilate. I wonder what he and his the soldiers will do if Jesus is alive. He was the one that stood Jesus out on the Gabbatha (Stone Pavement) in his palace and allowed the crowd to insist on crucifying him. I wonder how Rome will react to that if Jesus is alive.

A wave of doubt washes over me. The excitement of moments ago, ebbs and I’m again questioning how He could be alive.

If I could just sneak out and talk to Mary. . .

 

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Trust Come Sunday Morning Continued #6 in the Trust Series

Continued from yesterday’s post:

Is Trust on Sunday Shattered or Sacred? If you haven’t been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow link and read the previous post before reading this one:  Trust Come Sunday Morning, Shattered or Sacred? And there are links to all the previous posts below so you can catch up and the story make sense.

Let’s get back to today’s story –

An Empty Tomb

I stand here, leaning against the entrance to an empty tomb and watch John stare at the burial linens. I feel lost, and alone. Unable to wrap my head around what’s happening.  Jesus is dead. Everyone here, except Peter and I, watched him die on the cross three days ago.  We came to embalm his body this morning, but the angel man said he is alive.

What could all this mean?

What could have happened?

I am so confused.

At last I turn away.

There comes Mary Magdalene again. Come on, let’s get out of here. We need to get back to the cave. I don’t want anyone to see us and accuse us of not only being followers of Jesus, but now, of stealing his body.

I wish John would come out of the tomb and walk with us. Just being with him would make me feel better.

Are you light headed? I am. And I’m sick to my stomach. I feel like I could throw up any second. I cannot accept what the angel said. I don’t believe it. How could a person dead for three days come back to life. There’s no way.

Well, yes, there is that. But Jesus did that for Lazarus. And Jesus is dead. No one can do it for him. And if he’s dead . . . he’s dead. Remember? Stone, cold, dead. Remember?

Run Scared

Come on. Let’s go back following the little stream that runs from of the bottom of the quarry. We shouldn’t run into any people that way and hopefully if we do, they won’t question why we’re there.

The going is much slower following the stream because there is no trail. We work our way through the wild olive and apricot trees, past a picturesque meadow where two deer peacefully graze. The bubbling stream washes away a bit of my fear. But the despair grows. I don’t know who or what to trust. I’m as lost as the leaf floating in the stream beside me. I thought Jesus was the hope for all people. But they murdered him. And now…nothing makes sense.

We walk along in silence.

At last we make our way back to the cave and go inside.

A few more of Jesus’ followers have found the cave and seek safety.

I can’t help but wonder, is it safety in numbers, or ease for large scale slaughter by Roman soldiers.

I’m in a fine state of mine.

Oh look, is that your cousin?

Yes, I thought so.

Let’s go talk to her.

Intruder!

As we work our way toward your cousin there’s a commotion behind us. Someone’s at the mouth of the cave yelling. Great, they’ve found us!

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There’s a mass push of bodies farther into the darkest areas. You and I reach your cousin and we all scurry like rats up against a wall.

Above the noise I hear the word “Alive”.

Straining to listen, I hear it again, “Alive“.

I belt out, “Everyone please! Quite! Let the man speak!”

Out of breath from running Phillip of Tarsus declares, “Jesus is alive! Mary Magdalene saw Him!

A collective gasp echoes against the cool walls of the cave.

From somewhere in the back comes a loud “No! I don’t believe it.”

And, “It’s a ploy to get us to leave the cave so they can kill us!”

“He’s dead. We watched it. Remember?”

“I’m not going out there to be crucified like they did him!”

All through the crowd you can hear “ya”, “yes”, “he’s dead”. You almost smell the anger build.

What Can We Trust?

Oh great, there it is again – the unbelievable news. At this point I don’t trust any of this myself. Even after witnessing the scene at the tomb. But I know I have to say something to stop the growing trend.

“Wait! Hear him out. I think there may be more truth to this than any of us can imagine.” After the crowd has quieted some, “Ok, Phillip, please, go on.”

“Thank you. The two Mary’s ran back to tell us that Jesus’ body was missing”

Another collective gasp, followed by whispers.

“Shush, let him talk.”

“Peter and John ran back to the tomb with her and saw the empty burial linens. They left, she stayed. She turned to leave and a man there asked why she was crying, who she was looking for. She was embarrassed that a stranger had seen her crying so she didn’t turn to look at him, but asked, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” Then, supposedly, Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She says she turned and saw it was him! He wouldn’t let her touch him, but she says he was alive, not a spirit, not a ghost. He sent her back to tell the disciples he is alive and will come to them soon.”

Someone from the back of the cave clears their throat and says, “Sure. Whatever.”

Someone else cried, “Lies! Stone her!”

Murmurs work their way through the crowd.

Don’t Make Me Do It

I look at you and shake my head, stammering “Should. . .should we tell them. . .what the angel said?”

“Yes, you’re right, we have to. You do it.  They know you.”

You yell into the crowd, “Listen, I said Listen! I think this may be true. . . My friend here and I went with the women this morning, including Mary Magdalene, to anoint Jesus’ body for burial . . . but it wasn’t there. (The crowd gasps again and whispers erupt.) Then, and I know this is going to sound strange, it still is to me, and we witnessed it. . . two angels appeared. One of them said, “Why are you looking for the living among the dead?”

Stunned Silence

Silence.

“We were, no, are, very confused. . . and frankly. . . I’m embarrassed to say, we slunk away and hid out of fear and confusion. But now, (sigh) maybe. . .there is some truth to this. Did Jesus not tell us while he was in Galilee:  The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified, and on the third day be raised again”.

The crowd murmurs.

“Rather than over react, I think we need to wait and pray, and see what happens. The truth will be revealed if he is alive. Through prayer we will be shown who and what we can trust. Because, right now, I don’t trust my own ears or my own eyes.”

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Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred?

Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred? #5 in the Series

Let’s pick up where we left off yesterday, Saturday. (Please click the link if you have not read the previous post and read it FIRST. Trust me, it’s important.)

We were walking in the shoes of Jesus’ followers the days after he had been killed on the cross. They are in hiding and afraid for their lives.

The 3rd Day

Today, is the third day after Jesus died. It was so late after we got Jesus’ body in the tomb no one was able to wash him or put any of the embalming spices on his body. As soon as the Sabbath was over several of the women started preparing. They have been up all night. Just before sunrise some of us plan to go to the tomb and anoint his body.

But everyone is frightened for their lives. How are we going to get there and back safely? Not to mention the fact that somehow we have to get the soldiers to roll the stone away from the entrance and not arrest us!

I’m frightened, but these other women . . . they’re spiritual giants! They are all so much stronger than I am. Plus, some of them are Jesus’ family so surely the soldiers won’t arrest them. They include two of his Aunts, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Salome, the mother of James and John Zebedee, Mary Magdalene, a woman Jesus healed, and Joanna, the wife of Chuza  (Luke 24:10), and maybe even Mary, his mother. But I can’t imagine how she could help embalm her own son.

They are determined to do this for Jesus.

Oop, the others are heading out.

Come on, let’s go.

To The Tomb

The path is rocky because the tomb is in an abandoned limestone quarry. A wealthy man, Joseph of Arimathea owns the tomb. Rumor has it he had to pay Pilate under the table to get Jesus’ body. After they took Jesus off the cross they put his body in Joseph’s tomb. As soon as they put it in there, Pilate had his soldiers roll a giant stone in from of the entrance so no one would steal the body. Right! Who would steal a dead body? Even Jesus’.

It’s barely light out but we’re moving quickly so fewer people see us. Mary Magdalene is crying. Joanna takes her arm and comforts her. I can’t believe these women are doing this. They are so brave.

After about ten or fifteen minutes we round a corner and see the tomb.

But wait, the stone is already rolled away from the entrance? And the doorway has a strange light coming out of it? What’s happened?

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The Stone is Rolled Away

And where are the soldiers?

Mary Magdalene runs ahead of us and looks into the tomb.

She calls back, “His body is not here.”

What? No body?

His body isn’t in the tomb? What could have happened? Did the soldiers steal it?

Oh no! Tell me this isn’t happening!

I think I’m going to throw up!

You, crowd to the front and look inside the tomb. Is it true?

Someone behind us screams.

We spin around and see two men in brilliant glowing white garments standing beside Mary Magdalene!

Everyone is terror-stricken!

We all hit the ground.

Then one of the men calmly says, “Why are you looking for living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen. Remember how he told you while he was still in Galilee: The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again,” Luke 24:4-8.

My heart pounds in my ears so I’m not sure but I think he said Jesus is alive.

After a moment I hear Mary Magdalene boldly state, “Yes, I remember that. I didn’t understand it then.” I hear her get up, “I will run tell the disciples.”

But I’m so afraid I can’t move. How about you? Have you ever seen an angel before? Or heard one speak?

The other Mary is in the dirt right beside me. She gets up and runs after Mary Magdalene.

They are running to tell the others and I’m laying here on the ground too scared to move.  How embarrassing.

I can see the rest of us are looking around as best we can from our ground facing vantage points.

I don’t see the angels, do you? No? Let’s sit up and see if they’re gone.

Peter and John

We all sit there bewildered. Still afraid.

The others talk about getting out of here before anyone sees us. But you and I sit here dazed.

Peter and John come running up. Peter gets there first, runs to the tomb entrance and looks inside and steps back looking bewildered. John runs right past him into the tomb.

Let’s go see what he’s doing.

Emboldened because of Peter and John we run to the entrance of the tomb.

John is standing there looking at the burial clothes. The sudarium, the cloth which covered his face, is carefully folded and placed to the side. The others are in a pile. Empty.

How can this be?

Jesus is dead. Everyone watched him die on the cross. They carried his body here.

But the angel said he is alive.

What could this mean?

What could have happened?

I’m so confused.

So very confused.

This can’t be. He’s dead.

Stone, Cold, Dead.

 

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Trust On A Saturday, The Day After Good Friday

Trust On A Saturday????

Welcome back!

Whewwww!  We didn’t fall off the cliff and into the river below! But I’m hoping you did experience the emotions of being caught in a very difficult situation with no where to go and no way to forge ahead on your own.

If you didn’t, please click HERE to go back and re-read the previous post. Or if you are new to this blog or the Trust Series, please click on this link:  Why Trust Matters in 2017 and go back to the first post. Otherwise you’ll be totally lost on our little field trip today.

Because today we are going to take a deviation from our 2017 trust walk to go back in time.

Way back.

Roughly 2020 years back.

Trust Time Travel

Can you imagine how Jesus’ disciples and the thousands of followers who thought he was the “Messiah” felt today?

Today . . . the day after they had seen their so called “Savior” beaten almost unrecognizable, hung naked, yes naked, because that’s how the Romans did it, on a cross and then die a hideous death?

Talk about destroying ones trust!

How would you have felt?

Betrayed?

Lied to?

Made a fool of?

Embarrassed?

Angry?

Scared?

I know I would have.

That experience would have been like living out the ultimate betrayal.

Walk A Mile In Their Shoes

Let’s put ourselves in their shoes and live it for a minute –

You’re sitting in the dark with your head in your hands. You’re sick to your stomach.

You can’t believe what’s going on.

The charismatic guy who said he was “the way, the truth, and the life” that you thought was going to save the world and oust the cruel Romans and their soldiers from your homeland – is dead.

The same guy you told all your family and friends about how amazing he was, a few hours ago was arrested, accused, beaten like a criminal, hung on a cross, and now . . . is dead.

And with him, your dreams.

Talk about an empty end to someone you thought was a hero.

Stone, cold, dead.

In a tomb, behind a rock that those same Roman Soldier’s rolled in place, and are now guarding.

And because you had been his follower, and truly believed in him – because you had witnessed miracle after miracle  –  you’re afraid for you own life!

Wow!

Now instead of following “that guy” as he talked about God and healing, right and wrong, you had to run from the city last night to save your own skin and are hiding out in a cave, hoping no one finds you.

You can’t even grieve for the guy, that you really did care about, because you’re too confused and scared.

Pretty good way to destroy trust wouldn’t you say?

You swear you’ll never trust anyone again.

Ever!

Rightfully so.

You’ve been lied to and deceived.

Neglected and abandoned.

At the very worst of times.

I can almost hear what’s going through your head right now, “I should have known better! Why did I listen to that guy? What a load of . . .”

But wait . . . didn’t he say something about having to die?

Oh no! There’s someone outside the cave. . .

I’ll stop talking so you can go find a better hiding place.

Let’s talk more tomorrow.

 

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What Does Trusting God Have To Do With Thursday?

Trust God on a Thursday? What’s that got to do with anything?

I’ll be honest, this is a spur of the moment post. Most of mine are planned, worked on, modified, let sit for a while, read and reread, I labor over just the right photo, just the right link. All that weird stuff.

I know we have been in the trust God series, but today, I want to talk with you about what is on my heart.

Trust God Everyday

I have been one day ahead all week. So I started out the day thinking it was good Friday. I was heavy hearted and in prayer. Then I realized it was Thursday.

It was a relief, but I’m still heavy hearted because it’s Thursday.

Also known as “Maundy Thursday”. Which means “Holy Thursday”. Or the Thursday before Easter.

If you have ever heard me speak, you know I like to research the Greek and Latin meanings of a word to grasp the depth of what that word means. The Greek word for “Maundy” is “Hagios” which means sacred or holy.  The Latin word for “Maundy” comes from the Latin word Mandatum (itself from the verb Mandare), which is translated “commandment.” 

Therefore, we can grasp that Jesus was sharing a sacred and holy commandment that we commemorate the Last Supper.

For those new to this whole Jesus thing, the Last Supper was Jesus’ final meal before He was crucified. It is when He shared the sacraments of the bread and the wine and instructed all believers “to do this in remembrance of me” (Luke 22:19 and 1st Corinthians 24 -25) . Sacrament is defined as a religious ceremony or act done by believers in Jesus Christ that is regarded as an outward and visible sign of inward and spiritual divine grace.

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Bouveret’s Last Supper

(This is not the picture most of us are familiar with, but to me, it is a far truer depiction of what that “upper room” might have looked like at Jesus’ last meal. You can learn more about the artist, Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret here and the painting by clicking here.)

Why Does This Matter?

So, why am I telling you about this today?

Because today, I want you to stop and consider history. Think about what was happening in Jerusalem over 2000 years ago TODAY.

And think about the fact that Jesus knew His entire life, at least His adult life, that He was born to die.

He did that because He loves us.

He said, “If you have seen me you have seen the Father (or for our purposes today, God),” John 14:9.

Trust God

So let me ask, do you think you can trust God?

I do.

Our Lord Jesus was willing to be born, to live, and to die for you and for me.

I hope you are starting to see how deeply you can trust God and our Lord Jesus Christ.

And can that trust become the foundation for all our trust?

I say yes.

Do you?

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Good Friday Truth

Requested Redo

It’s Good Friday and a friend request this post again. I don’t ordinarily like to recycle a post, but as I read back through this one I decided there is nothing I want to change. It still speaks my heart on Good Friday.

Good Friday

Good Friday

It was my sin

Good Friday Hurts

Empty

Lost

Alone

Heartsick

A sadness that is gut wrenchingly deep

There is no blue in the sky

No birds sing

Only a cold wind blows

Tears from Heaven fall in thunderous torrents

Pain that wrings all emotions out of the heart

Tortured

A beard torn from his face

A crown of thorns and

A purple robe

Three nails

One hammer

Painfully

Excruciatingly

Death comes as slowly

“Father forgive them for they know no what they do”

“It is finished”

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Good Friday is not the End! It is the Beginning!

 

Good Friday has never been “good” in my mind.

It is too hurtful to remember that the Lord hung on a cross because He loved me enough to die for me over 2000 years ago.

How incredible is that?

We love because He first loved us! (John 4:19)

What a statement!

Have you taken the time to remember today?

Have you spent any time thinking about the fact that Jesus came to earth with one purpose.

One goal.

To die.

So we might live.

And live more abundantly. (John 10:10)

I hope you take time to consider this today.

If this post touched you, please tell me in the comments section.

If it doesn’t . . . that’s between you and God.

 

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Why Is Prayer Important Today?

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Prayer

What is Prayer?

It’s communication.

Reverent communication.

Every evening as a child heading to bed I heard, “Remember to say your prayers!”

We said Grace and blessed our food at every meal.

But as a child and teenager I didn’t “get it” about prayer.

I felt it was something I had to do to keep God from being mad at me.  It wasn’t about visiting with someone who loved and cared about me.

Is that how you were taught about prayer?

My parents raised me in church.

A lifelong girlfriend is staying with me right now and we both remember the tiny chairs and tables in our first Sunday School class. We think we were three. She remembers each of the teachers. I only remember two, but oh how I loved them.

Those women helped mold us into who we are today.

Those women, and our parents, taught us the importance of prayer.

Do you remember who taught you how to pray?

If no one did, don’t worry, we’ll work on that before we’re done.

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Prayer Unlocks Doors

Why Should We Pray?

That’s an odd question isn’t it?

Why should we pray?

Is it to ask the “Big guy in the sky” to forgive us for messing up? Or our daily wish-list?

Yes and no.

There are so many reasons to pray.

My favorite is to say thank you.

It shows God we are thankful to be His children. For me, I want to acknowledge I don’t have a clue and I am SO thankful He is in control.

My second favorite prayer is a love letter. I’m a long way from a “good Christian”, but He loves me just the way I am, I LOVE Him for that, and I want to tell Him.

If you love someone don’t you want to tell them? So why isn’t it the same way with God?

Tell Him!

I’ve experienced God watching out for me like my earthly father did. Our fathers guide us, nurture us, teach us.

Our loving Heavenly Father does the exact same thing.

If you ever allow yourself to experience Him you will see He loves you.  If you’ve experienced that, how did you not fall in love with Him?

You can’t.

Trust me.

Oh you can run away from His love. You can deny it. You can fight it. You can ignore it.

But if you will ever stop fighting it and give in, you will be wrapped in the most incredible love you will ever experience and you won’t be able to deny it any longer.

Because it’s real. And He’s waiting for you to accept it.

I’ve lived many, many years as a single woman. I’ve been lonely.

But I’ve never been Alone. I learned many years ago all I had to do was cry out “Jesus, Jesus” and instantly I felt better. My circumstances didn’t change, but I changed.

My attitude changed.

My thought process changed.

I let go and let God.

Was it easy?

No

Was it effective?

Always

So why do we pray?

To change things.

A Little Story About Big Prayer

Two nights ago the neighbor’s dogs were going nuts. They live a mile North of me and occasionally I hear them bark, but not very often.

But two nights ago they raised a ruckus from just after the sun set til the wee hours of the morning.

When you live in the country you learn to notice things like that.

You don’t over react, but you pay attention.

I knew something was up. I almost called the other neighbors and asked if everything was ok. But I didn’t want to seem paranoid so instead I prayed.

I have a small yearling filly out there in the pasture. She’s a snack size treat for a predator.

But I also have a couple old, slightly crippled, mares out there that don’t move too fast. But they are bigger, even if they are slower.

The hair raised up on the back of my neck and I knew something was out there. But I also know a single woman has no business being out in the dark with any kind of wild predator.

So I prayed.

I asked God to protect my animals. I asked Him to not let whatever was out there attack any of my animals. And I went to bed knowing He heard that request.

I trusted Him to watch over my horses and give whatever was out there something to eat other than my filly.

And He did.

I walked out the next morning and right in the middle of my horse pasture was the evidence of a brutal death.

And mountain lion tracks.

Much too close for comfort!!

But God answered my prayers.

He protected my horses.

And now they are all coming in the barn at night.

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Thank you God

I have other little prayers that are answered every day. I find misplaced items. Mom taught me to pray for parking spots. 99% of the time if I pray early enough I’ll have a spot right in front of where I’m headed.

My prayers get answered.

Sometimes not the way I want. But they are always answered none the less.

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The Power of Prayer

I’m looking for answered prayer stories. Do you have any?

I want to put together a book full of them.  Will you share your most powerful answered prayer story  in the comments section below please?  Thank You!!

Ok, I promised a prayer. Actually my plan is to share several of my favorite prayers over the next few posts.

Here’s one of my favorites and the prayer the Bible says Jesus gave His disciples:  The Lord’s Prayer, Mathew 6:9

the Lord's Prayer

The Lord’s Prayer

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