Prayer of Adoration

Praise be to You, my God, my Lord, my King! You have shown Your mighty power through the death and resurrection of Your Son. You have removed my sin as far from me as the east is from the west. You have give me access to Your Kingdom through the work of the Holy Spirit in my life. Your glory is second to none and You are worthy. Lord my soul praises You from the deep and my body praises You on the mountain top. You are all that I need; You are my everything. Thank You for Your extravagant gifts of mercy, grace, and life everlasting. You are the one true God; may my life be a reflection of You. All glory to You, both now and forevermore! Amen!

Solace and Hope

Psalm 43:3 Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.

On this day there is always a contemplative feeling around me. I know what is coming, but I am not able to fully rejoice yet. This verse is where I find my soul. I am seeking the light and truth of the Father. I am asking Him to lead me to the place where He is. On this day, so many years ago, the followers of Jesus were left without him. They were feeling lost, afraid, hopeless. These words would have been exactly what they were needing in that time of need. They must have been crying out to God to be back in His presence again. I need this too. I need to be in the Presence of God. I need to find myself swept up in the holiness of the Almighty. As I wait for the celebration of my resurrected Savior, I seek solace and hope in the One who can and will give my soul what it longs for. These are the days when I understand what it means to be joyful in the midst of suffering, hopeful in the midst of despair, faithful in the midst of desertion, living in the assurance of the Resurrection.

Not Just a Man Dying

John 19:30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

This is the verse I am drawn to the most during Good Friday. My thoughts are always with the finality of the statement. There is so much more going on than the dying of a man. Jesus is on the cross for the sins of the world, willingly. He is taking the punishment for each person (whether each of us accepts that or not), personally. He is battling on our behalf for our eternity...alone...as man. This is a weighty moment. It is finished. There is relief in this statement. Jesus' job to fulfill the law and establish a new covenant with all people, Jew and Gentile, is complete. The people at that cross knew exactly who He was in that moment. The words "Surely, this man was the Son of God." are a testament to their understanding in real time. Today, I will meditate on Jesus' words and their meaning for me, spiritually.

He Is the King

Luke 22:15 And he said to them, "I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer."

What must it have been like for Jesus to have this final meal with his friends? He was sharing himself with them, trying to tell them what was going to transpire in the coming hours, but they couldn't hear it. They were celebrating the right thing (He is the King) at the wrong time (too early). I wonder how often the sentiment of these words cross Jesus' lips with me in mind. How often does He think about eagerly spending time with me and telling me something that will change my life completely? I believe He eagerly desires to spend time with me daily. Jesus is all about me, just as He is all about you. He desires to be in relationship with each and every one of us, personally. Following the meal, Jesus washed the disciples' feet, showing his concern for each individual person. I am sure it was incredibly personal. I wonder what he talked about with each one of them. I wonder what it was like to have the King of Glory wash your feet. How intimate. How humbling. How indescribably impactful. On this day, I try to imagine myself at that last supper with Christ. I try to picture myself at the table, hearing his words, seeing his actions. I try to grasp the meaning of my Lord washing my feet. There are no words. Sometimes, I just have to sit in awe of God being Himself as a man.

So Much More

Luke 24:45-47 Then he opened their minds so they could understand the Scriptures. He told them, "This is what is written: The Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem."

These verses follows Jesus' resurrection. There was so much more going on during the week of Passover and the disciples, and crowds, had no idea. Jesus was telling them within his actions and words, but they were unable to comprehend what was truly going to happen. They understood the truth, that Jesus was their Savior, but they were not able to connect all of their knowledge until this moment. It makes sense to me that they didn't get it. These men were not the scholars of their day. They were regular guys who didn't "qualify" to study as rabbis. They weren't the "cream of the crop," so to speak. They were simple. Yet, Jesus chose them. He chose them to be the ones to take His message of hope to the world. I know I wouldn't have gotten it either. There was so much going on beyond the celebration of Passover in Jerusalem. There were many lambs being prepared that week. There were lots of suppers shared together. Feet were washed. Bread was broken. This was a typical Passover week for most Jewish families. But not for this group of regular guys. The disciples were experiencing the symbolic truths of Passover in the most tangible way. The Lamb was preparing them. Let the Lamb prepare you too.

"Mine"

Matthew 21:10 When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, "Who is this?"

Jesus has come to the Holy City. He is riding in as a king and the people of the city are noticing. But they ask who he is; they don't know. I find that fascinating. He's been preaching in and around the region for three years and they do not know him. Of course, the throng with him lets them know, "This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee." There is something about this moment that connects for me to today. How often do I miss Jesus? How often does He come to me as a King and I ask, "Who is this?" I find myself wrapped up in my own kingdom, making decisions and choices the way I want. I claim my life, my body, my mind, my soul as a two-year-old, "mine." And then I am challenged by this compassionate Savior who reminds me that I have done nothing to have what I have. I did not create my soul. I have done nothing to give myself life. I did not create my body. My mind was formed within me by a much Higher Power. So, when I get to Holy Week and I begin to review "my" life, I am reminded that this is God's life. God created me and everything that is in me. My choices matter, but not because they are mine. They matter because I am a part of the Kingdom of God. I am connected to Him and all that is His. My choices either bring me closer to Jesus or farther from Him. There is no middle ground. And when I think my choices are all "mine," I completely miss the purpose of my Savior and my desperate need for Him.

Deep Sadness

Psalm 42:5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon - from Mount Mizar.

Every time I head into Holy Week, coming off of Palm Sunday, I have deep feelings of sadness. I don't really understand them fully, and this year it seems I could place them in the current situation. However, I don't think my sadness during Holy Week has anything to do with Covid-19. It's deeper than that. There seems to be a soul understanding of my personal need of the work of Jesus in the coming days. I feel the weight of his suffering. It's strange. I know that the cross is finished and that I have been bought, yet Paul talks about sharing in Jesus' suffering. I think this must be what I feel during this week. It's not meant to be a downer. It's actually quite uplifting, which is why I know it's of God. I remember the places God has moved, where He has walked, the paths He and I have taken together. I am reminded of the pain that was there and the glory that followed. I am reminded of the happiness that was felt and the praise from my lips. There is hope in God, and He is the only place there is hope. Nothing of man can begin to touch the deep places of my heart and bring me peace and joy like my Jesus can. He is going to walk the path to the cross and I must go with him to draw closer to him.