Peter followed at a distance. The others ran. Judas was counting his money. The perfume from the night before still lingered on His head. His face covered in bloody dirt from praying face down while His friends slept. He didn’t resist arrest. He was on alert. He was paying close attention to details. He had a job to do. He was the only one that could do it. The leaders were baffled that He didn’t even attempt to free Himself. They just didn’t fully understand Who they were dealing with. He had given so many instructions to His disciples. He…

The story uncurled like new branches. Reaching for the light. Spreading out before the life-giving Savior. There, the anticipation of victory. He is the beacon of hope the world would forever cling to. He is pointing the way to the only way. The sure and steady directional Master paving the way. But He had to go through the dark. He had to enter that place to satisfy what mankind couldn’t. He willingly entered it. His strength all-sufficient. His is the final victory. Raised to live. On the nextday the largecrowd who had come to the feast, when they heard that…

When I saw her yesterday, in fresh skin dressed in soft cotton, she still radiated purity.  Her dark silky hair her crown.  She slept a peaceful sleep full of smiles and moans of contentment.  I had to imagine what she witnessed behind those fluttering eyelids.  Barely two months into this world, what does she know now that we have forgotten? Surely a faith in the care of her parents. She doesn’t know all the pain this world will throw at her.  For now, she trusts that her needs will be met.  She sleeps in complete satisfaction.  She is held and…

Facebook will show you what you posted in the past.  In this certain memory that appears today, I am reminded of many memories from three years ago. There were blisters on my feet when I sat in the chair that night.  Because we danced and laughed and celebrated a wedding.  My girl’s wedding.  Those blisters showed the physical evidence of the rubbing in my heart and mind.  You know blisters can be painful results.  But the memories of earning those blisters are sweet reminders of so many things. The “everyone that played a part in this day” come to mind…

It is a big thick book.  So many words, the size of it is daunting.  But there it is.  The contents, waiting to be read.  Available for anyone that will open it. Tragedies.  Romance.  Adventure.  Scandal.  Mystery.  Betrayal.  Redemption.  Reconciliation.  Hope.  Love.  Compassion.  Missions.  Death.  Birth.  Science.  Fragrant.  Tasty.  Physical.  Emotional.  Spiritual.  Intellectual.  Radical. Take your pick.  It is there.  Inside the pages waiting to be discovered.  But yet it is much more than words. It is the display of God’s love and compassion.  All waiting for you to notice.  Collecting dust until you decide to open it.  More than…

Her topic was prayer. As she spoke, my attention was pulled from the words she spoke. I tried to listen to her but there was a clicking sound. Not constant but just frequent enough to distract me. Isn’t that exactly what Satan does? He uses the smallest annoyance to grab our attention so we won’t focus on what is important. He likes that game. He uses it quite well. I knew where the clicking came from but I continued to choose to ignore it. Even though I was very aware of it. I wondered if anyone else noticed it. She…