The Journey To The Cross (Thoughts on Good Friday)

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Towards the end of Holy Week, we come to Good Friday. Today, we take time to reflect on the sacrifice of Christ, the darkness that filled the land, the belief that everything was over.

As we enter into a time of reflection on this day, it helps to dwell on what Jesus went through and what this meant to His earliest followers.

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Reclining With Jesus (Thoughts on Maundy Thursday)

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As we approach the middle of Holy Week, our attention shifts to the last supper. In this iconic scene, we observe the past meeting the present and a glimpse of the future.

On Maundy Thursday as it’s called, we reflect deeply on the pending sacrifice of Christ, the emotions of this night, and what it means to share this meal with Christ today.

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Donkeys or Warhorses? (Thoughts on Palm Sunday)

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This past weekend we celebrated Palm Sunday. According to our church calendar, this is the Sunday one week before Easter where we reflect on Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem.

Most churches celebrate this event as part of holy week in one way or another, usually with palm branches and a chorus of Hosana.  But a closer look at this scene in Matthew’s gospel reveals something about Jesus and his worldview. He was a messenger of peace. And we’re called to do the same.

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The Presence In The Absence

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Lately, I’ve been acutely aware of both the presence and absence of God. There are days when God feels present in the whole thing, like I couldn’t escape Him if I tried. Other times, however, He seems aloof and nowhere to be found.

It’s like David Crowder once sang, “Sometimes you’re further than the moon; sometimes you’re closer than my skin.” How do we reconcile this feeling of nearness and distance? Partly, I believe, is a recognition that there is a presence even in absence.

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