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The Voices of Good Friday – Part 3

Posted by on Apr 5, 2012 in Christian Life, Devotions | 0 comments

In the rush to Easter we often overlook Good Friday. “Yes, that’s when Jesus was crucified,” we say, “but He rose again.” Praise God. But let’s not forget that two thousand years ago very few people expected that miracle. Even His closest followers didn’t understand what was happening. Their hope, their Rabbi had been murdered. Their fears and doubts were allowed to grow in what had to be the longest weekend ever. This Good Friday try to imagine what you would hear if you spoke to some of the witnesses. Jesus has been taken, but there has been no resurrection. What are they thinking? What are their concerns? The Priest (Gazing at the curtain in shock, Holds out a hand to stop them from approaching.) Don’t come any closer. It’s death to enter the Holy of Holies, the dwelling...

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The Voices of Good Friday – Part 2

Posted by on Mar 22, 2012 in Christian Life, Devotions | 1 comment

In the rush to Easter we often overlook Good Friday. “Yes, that’s when Jesus was crucified,” we say, “but He rose again.” Praise God. But let’s not forget that two thousand years ago very few people expected that miracle. Even His closest followers didn’t understand what was happening. Their hope, their Rabbi had been murdered. Their fears and doubts were allowed to grow in what had to be the longest weekend ever. For the next few weeks I’d like to imagine what we would hear if we spoke to some of the witnesses. Jesus has been taken, but there has been no resurrection. What are they thinking? What are their concerns? Peter You caught me, Peter the fearless, hiding, but it’s pointless. My life isn’t worth salvaging, now. They’ve crucified my master, and I had boasted to him “Even...

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The Voices of Good Friday – Part 1

Posted by on Mar 15, 2012 in Christian Life, Devotions | 0 comments

In the rush to Easter we often overlook Good Friday. “Yes, that’s when Jesus was crucified,” we say, “but He rose again.” Praise God. But let’s not forget that two thousand years ago very few people expected that miracle. Even His closest followers didn’t understand what was happening. Their hope, their Rabbi had been murdered. Their fears and doubts were allowed to grow in what had to be the longest weekend ever. For the next few weeks I’d like to imagine what we would hear if we spoke to some of the witnesses. Jesus has been taken, but there has been no resurrection. What are they thinking? What are their concerns? The Disciple, after the dinner Come in, quickly. I’m afraid you might have been followed. There’s a lot of trouble at the temple. Evil is afoot and I...

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Ladylike Behavior?

Posted by on Mar 2, 2012 in Devotions, Sixty Acres and a Bride | 5 comments

“What was she doing here? Returning to Mexico didn’t seem so bad compared to the shame of what she planned. True, if there was anyone who could help her, it was this man. And if there was anyone she’d like to visit with or work beside, it was he. But alas, he didn’t return her regard. He’d purposely avoided her for over a month now. Yet here she was in the middle of the night with instructions to go to his bed and ask for money.” – Sixty Acres and a Bride While Sixty Acres and a Bride isn’t a straight retelling of the Biblical story of Ruth, it does contain Ruth’s scandalous act to secure her future. How bold, how shocking was Ruth’s behavior—but Boaz responded in love and acceptance to redeem her. Royal, but in Danger Ruth wasn’t...

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Unshakable

Posted by on Nov 10, 2011 in Devotions, Oklahoma | 4 comments

  Flying doesn’t terrify me. Usually I relax with a book and enjoy the quiet. Boats are fun, too. It’s exhilarating to skim the surface of the water. It’s peaceful to float aimlessly. And yet when the journey is over and my feet are once again on terra firma that niggling uncertainty disappears. No longer is gravity a deathly threat as it is in an airplane, and no one has ever been swept away by a riptide of Bermuda grass. Solid ground. I’m safe. Maybe it’s living in tornado alley that has intensified this association of the ground under my feet with security. Here houses are firmly anchored in bedrock. Concrete slabs don’t move, even when swept clean by F5 tornadoes. And for many people finding a refuge underground has been the difference between life and death. The wind howls, the rain...

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