Today I am going to share with you a prayer request that went through our prayer chain yesterday in the hopes that any praying people will also offer prayer for a human in need. We usually pray for health problems and the like so this request is untypical but valid.
I know of a young man who is in Spiritual crisis at the moment. He needs to know and feel God’s love for him in a profound way. Please pray that as stated in Psalm 23 the Lord will restore his soul and lead him in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Pray that as he walks in the valley of the shadow of death he will fear no evil because God is with him.
Thank you for your heartfelt prayers. Happy Saturday.
(Let me start out by apologizing for this post being a day late in some parts of the world, but I was away.)
No, I’m not writing about a hangover. At least not the kind from consuming too much alcohol.
It’s the morning after the resurrection of Jesus and as in days of old, a feeling of jubilation continues to pervade the hearts of believers; a hangover of sorts.
On Thursday we attended the Last Supper. On Friday we witnessed the Crucifixion. Saturday we contemplated what was to come, and Sunday we celebrated the Resurrection.
Today, Easter Monday, we move on with the knowledge that something spectacular has taken place and there is no need for a cure for the morning after because Jesus, himself, is the cure for everything.
We survived the last supper, the crucifixion, the waiting period, and it is here…the day of resurrection…Easter Sunday!
It has been said before and is worth repeating:
It is not that Jesus lived and died but that He died and lives! Happy Easter.
The deed is done. What was to come has now passed and Jesus is in the tomb, having been lovingly laid to rest by his bereaved followers.
As the wait begins, a time of reflection is in order. Here is a man who was born to die, but not before He left a legacy of love and forgiveness, healing and hope, and a call to follow Him.
As the wait begins there is something wonderful to look forward to. Happy Saturday.
“Why is it called good Friday when it commemorates the crucifixion of Jesus?”
This is a question asked over and over again.
Indeed, though the deed itself was an ugly one, some two thousand plus years ago, it was the promise of His return that held out hope and made it almost bearable to bear.
It is that hope that so many of us cling to that gives such meaning to the Easter season and all seasons before and after.
It is that hope, that some day we will see Him face to face, as His disciples did after that heartbreaking Friday. That hope carries us through to Easter Sunday.
When we are given the gift of faith, it is as small as a mustard seed. We are to nurture it until it grows into a tree that the birds of the air can nest in. Happy Sunday.
There is so much in our world that we don’t understand should we take the words of John Lennon of the Beatles, and the scripture, Luke 1:38 “Then Mary said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Happy Sunday.