I went because I love the people who run it. I was simply providing music not looking for anything special. Just being helpful. Then it happened… God showed up with one of his angels. An angel in the form of a four year old blind girl leading a little horse. Such a small petite frame…
The presence of God is not a place to bypass your emotions, but a place to process them! Are you angry… tell our Savior. Are you disappointed… tell our Lord. Are you worried… tell our Maker. Do you feel like complaining… tell God about your complaint. You simply can not fight the battles of your…
I keep seeing him carrying the cross! It brings weeping… It brings deep sadness to my heart as I picture it. Imagine lifting a crosstie on your shoulder. Imagine doing that after your back was beaten to the point that muscle, ribs and tendons were exposed. Imagine the burning in your muscles as you were…
He had seen several crucifixions. He had walked past and witnessed the cruelty of the cross. He saw how it looked… he had heard the suffering… he observed the agony. Our Savior knew what was coming. On this night in 33AD our Jesus felt unrelenting stress. He felt crushing anguish. As he cried…
Really? How can this be? I knew he was special… I saw him perform so many miracles but to bring himself back to life? It must be a mistake, it simply can’t be. Then Thomas saw him. “See my hands Thomas. Touch the hole in my side. Believe…Thomas, because I love you”. I try…
He had seen so many crucified but none had been beaten so badly. Wounds so deep. Thorns so sharp. Hatred so intense. This centurion had hardened his heart because there had been so many. But this one was different. This one seemed to endure the pain with a purpose. Then it happened. Middle of the…
So I’ve spent this week in prayer and concentration on the cross and the mystery that is the life of Jesus. As I meditate on the six hours… on the moment he committed his life to his father… it causes such a bag of mixed emotion. At that moment, in that instant, it didn’t matter…
Why do we look for answers with impatience? Why do we struggle with faith not knowing for sure in our hearts that he will show up? We worry… we get impatient… we want our way, in our time. We look to our own understanding with no regard to his ways… his time. We make our…
Why do we insist on putting God in a box so we can understand? When thoughts of God take us out of our comfort zone we rationalize his ways… his power… his infinite wisdom. We try to put him into terms that make sense to us. I don’t truly understand how gravity works but…