We expect to find God in the celebratory places, the hard places, the “big” places of life. But He’s also right there in the middle of all the other regular world things: grocery shopping and laundry folding and driving to work.
I love this quote from Lysa TerKeurst of Proverbs 31 Ministries — a reminder that God is in the little things, too. Once we start paying attention, start looking for Him in the little things, we remember that everything that surrounds us is His and that because it is His, it is holy.
For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God. (Hebrews 3:4)
And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. (Colossians 1:17)
This week I want to find God in the small, regular places instead of just the big ones. I hope you can find Him there, too.
Here’s a nice thought to start our Monday: It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Every day is a new day, and a new chance to start over or at least take a step — even if it’s only a really small one — in the direction of our dreams. God wants good things for us and plants beautiful dreams in our hearts. He is continually making us new and helping us get closer to being the person He wants us to be, closer to seeing the dreams He gives us become reality.
Every moment of every day brings a fresh beginning. Here’s to remembering that as we step into this new week.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. (2 Corinthians 4:16)
What emotions the past two days have brought for the women who followed Jesus.
Friday, full of anguish and shock and numbing grief as they watch from the fringes. Jesus – their Jesus, the one they love so much – suffers through a sham of a trial. Is beaten beyond recognition. Ridiculed and spit upon. Forced to carry His own cross along the streets and up to Golgatha, then nailed to a cross in the most agonizing form of death imaginable.
Saturday, full of disbelief. Wishing this nightmare would end. Wondering how they would go on without Jesus. Shedding too many tears and soul-wracking sobs to count.
Sunday, meeting early in the morning to prepare His body with spices. Still mourning – because will that ever end? – but grateful they can offer Him this one last gift.
Then they arrive at His tomb and see the stone has been rolled away. Or are they imagining things in their grief? Are they really at the right tomb?
The man nearby says the most amazing words ever spoken: “He is not here!”
Not because the women are at the wrong tomb. Not because robbers have stolen Jesus’ body. Not because He has been moved to another place.
But because He has been raised from the dead, just as He told them would happen.
So many emotions run through the women at those words: confusion, relief, disbelief, excitement.
And overriding it all, once they see the empty tomb for themselves, joy. Pure, unadulterated, all-consuming joy.
Their Jesus is not dead. Their Jesus is not gone forever.
Their Jesus really is who He said He is, really is who they believed: the Son of God, the long-awaited Messiah, the one to save the people from their sins.
He isn’t there because He is alive! Resurrected, restored, and returning to His glory.
They squeal and cry and probably stumble over their own feet in their rush to find the disciples. To share the glorious news that still amazes us today:
“He is not here!”
Thank you, Jesus, for loving us so much more than we ever deserve.
For still being alive today as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Most of all, for taking our place on the cross as our Savior.
Today is Good Friday, the day we remember Christ Jesus’ trial, crucifixion and death. It’s a day of sorrow and devastating loss as we ponder what He went through on our behalf and the all-consuming grief that swallowed His disciples and other followers.
Good Friday is a dark, dark day that makes us uncomfortable. But we can’t skip over it on our way from Palm Sunday to Easter.
It’s easy to get excited about Palm Sunday, with its pomp and circumstance, songs full of “hosanna” and stories of how excited the people were to see Jesus ride into Jerusalem (it was such an amazing event that all four Gospel writers tell the story; read Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:28-44, or John 12:12-19). It’s even easier to get excited about Easter, when we sing of Christ’s resurrection and God’s gift of eternal life for us. Those are great things to celebrate – after all, the things we celebrate at Easter are the reason why Christ came to earth in the first place.
But we shouldn’t jump from one party to the next without stopping to reflect on what’s in between. You can’t go from one end of the street to the other without passing all the houses, businesses or trees along the way. You can’t read the first and last chapters of a book and understand how the characters got from one place to the other.
In the same way, we can’t truly celebrate the joy of Easter if we ignore the events between Sundays. We need to spend some time walking in Christ’s shoes and imagining how He must have felt to know that His hours on earth were literally ticking away. Humble ourselves as He did on Thursday night when He stooped to wash His disciples’ feet (John 13:1-17). Feel the disciples’ shock at seeing Him do such a thing and begin to finally realize what Christ meant about serving others.
Follow Christ into the garden and learn from His gut-wrenching prayer for strength and help (Matthew 26:36-46 and John 17). See the compassion and resignation in His eyes when Judas betrayed Him and the soldiers led Him away (Luke 22:47-53, John 18:1-14).
Stand silently in response to trumped-up accusations instead of using His power to overthrow everyone conspiring against Him (Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23, or John 19). Feel the unbearable pain of being beaten and flogged unmercifully. Sag under the weight of a cross too heavy to reasonably bear. Endure indescribable torture while being nailed to that same cross and left to die while people mock and jeer.
It’s hard to dig deep and try to really understand everything Christ went through that week. We don’t like to suffer and don’t usually like to watch other people suffer either; we’d much rather gloss things over and downplay the pain. It’s much more comfortable to focus on the happy days like Palm Sunday and Easter than the agony of Good Friday.
But the fact of the matter is, if Jesus hadn’t gone through the things of Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, we wouldn’t have an Easter to celebrate. They were horribly necessary steps to get from one Sunday to the next. Otherwise, God couldn’t resurrect Him and show His power over death!
So what’s good about Good Friday? And how can it be called that, considering it’s a day of darkness and torture and death?
There’s nothing good about it if all you see is the darkness, torture, and death. It’s a day of hopelessness and defeat, a day when Satan wins over God and His plan.
What makes Good Friday “good” for us as Christians is knowing that the hopelessness and defeat were only temporary. All hope was not gone and Satan didn’t really win.
As torturous as that day was for Christ, we celebrate because we know His suffering was for us. He was fulfilling God’s perfect plan for our salvation, and so we could someday live with Him in heaven. The blackness of Friday was for a reason — the best reason of all.