Grave: To Impress or Fix (as a thought) Deeply

Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there adoring at his feet,

Mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete.

“It is finished!” hear him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die.

(James Montgomery)

 

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Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal. (John 12:24-25 The Message)

Listen carefully: Two men approach the cross at dusk, asking to take Jesus to prepare his body for burial. In a garden nearby, they wash His blood-crusted wounds and swaddle Him in burial cloths, to lay him in a virgin tomb.

Listen carefully: The officials send soldiers to seal the tomb for extra insurance. To keep any radical disciples from stealing the body in the dark of the night. The soldiers keep watch through the long, dark night. And so does the Father, who never sleeps nor slumbers.

Listen carefully: Owls hoot. Leaves rustle. Soldiers shift their feet to keep awake. A rumble in the distance. The indigo night begins to fade to blue-gray, as the sun journeys from its slumber.

Listen carefully: The rush of wings. A bird of prey? Or the wind playing tricks on the sleep deprived soldiers? Blinding light obscures their sight, and the stone shudders, as if in an earthquake. They fall to their knees speechless.

Listen carefully: New life is bursting through the ground, as the green leaf pushes through the soil. Yellow jonquils greet the first light of day, their blooms bobbing in the morning breeze, as if agreeing that joy comes in the morning.

Good: What One Clings To

See him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned;

O the worm-wood and the Gall! O the pangs his soul sustained!

Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross.

(James Montgomery)

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 . . . fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:2 NIV)

On this side of the cross, we call this day good. We cling to the cross, surrendering there, surveying its wonder. Amazed by love that held our Savior to a rugged, tortuous death. Taking our place. The beatings, the demeaning slurs and slaps and mockeries all weigh down this redeemed heart.

As I stand under the shadow of the cross today, I feel relieved that the narrative doesn’t end there. What is my faith built on? Do I really surrender at the cross? Or do I surrender to His love? Do I surrender when I find out the tomb is empty or when I see Him ascend in the clouds? Do I promise to love Him over breakfast on the beach, when He asks that searching question: “Do you love me?”

What does my love and devotion look like? Is it ritual or real? Is it messy or measured? Does my sin hold His attention or does His love hold mine?

I have contemplated the cross year after year, and you’d think I’d have more answers than questions. But tonight, I wonder why do we cling to the cross, why do we relive the suffering of Jesus? He demonstrated and declared, “It is finished!” Why can’t I just fast forward to the sunrise and the joy that was set before Him? As I walked to my car, after the Good Friday service, a song poured into my heart and onto my lips:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.

(Edward Mote)

What is your hope built on?

Lavish Layers of Love

Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us. (Romans 5:1-5 NKJV)

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Faith justifies.

Peace transpires.

Grace rejoices.

Tribulation amplifies.

Perseverance rallies.

Character multiplies.

Hope sanctifies.

Spirit of God supplies.

Love satisfies.

Paul layers foundational truth upon truth in this passage. To show us the deep, deep love of Jesus poured out through the Holy Spirit by the design of the Father.

In my art work, I challenged myself to re-examine how the layers go together. Mix-up the order to see what emerges. Click here to see how the process informed my decisions.

The layering process reminded me how faith focuses our ability to glorify God. And as we take each step to trust Him, God adds depth and texture to our lives through the celebrations and the sufferings with the results always being more hope, peace and love combined with perseverance, character and faith.

What would a layer of grace look like in your life today?

 

Marathon: Something Characterized by Great Length or Concentrated Effort

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Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. (Matthew 7:7 NLT)

Lent as marathon. That was the message of the Ash Wednesday service. Later that morning, my friend found this poem about marathons, and I share it today for our contemplation.

“To Marathon”

To pursue a goal you cannot see.
To apply what you have done to what you must do.
To sacrifice.
To dare.
To not fear pain.
To not fear hard.
To undertake both.
To meet the limits of endurance.
To push beyond.
To have a body with nothing left to give.
To have a mind that believes otherwise.
To be carried by a thousand cheers.
To know the strength in the words of a stranger.
To fall.
To be lifted.
To keep running.

(Source)

I see myself in the poem AND I see Jesus. Who do you see?

 

Quests and ADVENT{ures}

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:8 NIV)

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Each year as Advent approaches, I’ve come to expect some adventure with GOD. Will this be the year that Jesus comes again? Will my heart be in tune? Will I be attentive to His voice? Where will I spend Advent?

For ages, people have been asking all kinds of questions. And those seeking spiritual fulfillment, may be asking does God really care about me? Why all this fuss about a baby born in a manger? What does this mean for me?

If we search our hearts long enough, we realize we’re not always good. We make poor choices. We harbor resentment. We want to lash out at those who have hurt us and excuse our own hurtful ways.

And if we are honest, we want things to be made right. We might start asking:

What does God require of me?

As we enter the season of reflecting on why the baby was born, may the answer of the prophet Micah lead us to the one who acted justly, loved mercy and walked humbly with God.

Who was that you may ask?

That would be the grown-up Son of God: Jesus, Emmanuel, the one Sent to save us from our un-goodness.

I believe with all my heart that God loves ADVENT{ure}! And I hope you will join me, as I journey this December with questions and the retelling of the first advent of Jesus into our world.

(The posts this month will be regular, but not necessarily daily. My husband and are enjoying the great opportunity to be traveling by boat to Florida with our dog, Kokomo,  while we expirement with living on Intuition.)

What questions do you have about Jesus?