Showing posts with label Easter devotionals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter devotionals. Show all posts

April 03, 2019

Peace From An Empty Place by Lynn J Simpson



On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came among them and said, “Peace be with you!” John 20:19

An empty tomb. 

The tomb which had held Jesus, their Saviour, their teacher, their friend, was empty. The broken body of their King, gone.

Peter and John, along with the other disciples (except for Judas for he had betrayed Jesus, and for Thomas who was not with them that day) drew together behind a locked door. John’s gospel teaches it was a first day of the week, and Peter and John had recently witnessed an empty tomb except for strips of linen, and the cloth that had been wrapped around Jesus' head.

An empty tomb. 

Although scripture does not name the room where the disciples were hiding that day, bible scholars think it may have been the room upstairs where they stayed before (Act 1:13) and reference it as the Upper Room.

In the Upper Room that day, I imagine the disciples fear and sadness laced the air, along with the lingering smell of  bread and wine from their last supper when Jesus, their Saviour, their teacher, their friend was still there.

I imagine Peter feeling regret, the roosters crow still echoing in his mind.

I imagine John, tears flowing freely in grief and wondering how best to honour his Saviours request to take care of Jesus’ mother, Mary. 

I imagine, even though they huddled together, the room felt empty without the presence of Jesus whose love they had known. 

A love that now seemed gone, with an empty tomb while they huddled in that locked Upper Room. 

And, I imagine, all the disciples hoping they could have just one more day with Him. 

Then….

Then, He is suddenly standing before them. 

“Peace be with you,” He says. 

Peace be with you.

Even after all He had endured—whippings, a crown of thorns, a cross to carry, nails in His hands, and all the sin of world upon Him…

His first words to His beloved disciples were to settle their grieving, fearful, and shameful hearts.

“Peace be with you!”

And “The disciples were overjoyed when they saw the Lord.” John 20:20.5

Even when all seems empty, gone--a loved one, a job, a dream, a friend, a child moving out, consequences from a mistake- and your heart is grieving, may you remember Jesus first words to His disciples that day He appeared.

"Peace be with you."

Those words are for you too, today and forever more.


Lynn J Simpson is just a gal doing life one step at a time. She blogs at A Place To Breathe and you can find more of her Breathing Spaces Photography at Lynn J Simpson Photography. You can also check out her publications at Publications.



March 13, 2018

New Birth: New Love - Wendy Macdonald



New birth is all around us during springtime
 and it reminds me of something I appreciate about our Heavenly Father.


While I was recently feeding my newborn grandson a bottle of his mother’s milk, I whispered a prayer he would love the Lord with all his heart, mind, soul and strength when he is old enough to believe and trust in Jesus.

I know more than ever how important it is to believe, trust, and love God if we hope to shine a born-again light to those around us. And I suspect it was a dip in my passion for the Lord that precipitated my latest relationship stumble. For if I loved God more than anything—more than anyone else—All. The. Time.—I would have heeded the warning to bite my tongue when fear riled up my adrenaline.

God’s Spirit is love—not fear.

At first I complained to God about how quiet His whisper was: “Hey, Lord, couldn’t You slap a hand over my mouth whenever I’m tempted to say something stupid?”

But God has given us freewill; we must cover our own mouths.

When we love and cherish someone, we listen to them well. When my grandson makes little noises and looks around the room, I smile, lean in close, and listen. I inhale his delicious newborn scent. Oh, that I would consistently pay attention to the Holy Spirit as devotedly as I watched my grandchild.

But after I stumbled, I went to God and asked for forgiveness. And according to His promises, He forgave me, cleansed me, and used my fumble for the furtherance of His kingdom. Because He is God, and He is the Master of creating goodness from our messes.

When Jesus was mocked by a thief hanging near His cross, goodness came from this situation, too, when a second thief rebuked the first one. The second thief told the first thief they deserved to die, and he said Jesus didn’t deserve to because the Lord hadn’t done anything wrong. Then the second thief asked Jesus if He would remember him when He went to His kingdom.

And here’s where I share the wonderful thing spring reminds me of about God—newness—second chances—a fresh start. Jesus said yes to the second thief.

 He accepted the thief’s confession and profession of faith in Christ. 

The thief was saved from eternal separation from God; Jesus told him he would be with him in Paradise, not because the thief was baptised by full immersion, graduated from confirmation classes, or went forward at a Billy Graham Crusade—he was saved because he trusted Jesus to save him.

Jesus paid it all.
 Jesus paid it all for us too. 
He is the author of a born-again life. 

He’s not going to give up on any of us either. His salvation is an all-the-way-to-Heaven’s-gate rescue, because He’s not a quitter and He’s making something new in each of His followers. He won’t give up because He is love.

I love my grandson—a lot—but our Father loves us even more than we love our loved ones. That’s why Easter happened. That’s why I will keep praying for my family members and friends to know God’s amazing love.

This is love: not that we loved God,
 but that he loved us and sent his Son 
as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 
1 John 4:10 NIV


I’m nosey-to-know what favourite thing Easter and spring remind you of?                  

April 01, 2017

The Miracles of Easter by Sandi Somers


“Lent is a time of prayer, fasting, and examining of conscience…a time to reflect on God's love and mercy and a time to allow God to help us grow in our relationship with him,” wrote Sharon Espeseth. Read her blog here.
          Our bloggers this month reflect on Lent, and the death and resurrection of Christ. 

Jesus’ Passion Revealed
Each Lent I read the Gospels and reflect on Jesus’ life and death. This year I wrote several mini-meditations on Jesus’ sacrifice, based on my visit to Israel five years ago.

The Last Supper
“For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.” 1 Corinthians 11:26

My visit to the Upper Room where Jesus celebrated the Last Supper with His disciples was the most profound experience of my trip to Israel. As our tour group sang, “Amazing Grace,” I visualized Jesus walking into Jerusalem, passing the Temple that was now quiet from the afternoon sacrifice of Passover lambs. Only He knew that within twenty-four hours He would be The Passover Lamb, sacrificed to take away the sins of the world.

Let us enter into the mystery of His New Covenant. “I’m eager to eat this dinner with you,” He told His disciples.
Jesus knew His hour had come. After He dismissed Judas to betray Him, He and the eleven disciples drank from the cup to commemorate how God delivered His people from Egypt.
Now Jesus added the symbols of a New Covenant—His body broken and His blood poured out for them. “Do this in remembrance of Me,” He said.
Let us confess and turn to Jesus as we participate in Holy Communion. Let us be faithful to our calling as believers.

Garden of Gethsemane
“Father…take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” Luke 22:42

As our tour group walked through Gethsemane, a garden filled with olive trees, I couldn’t help but catch the symbolism of the place.  For “Gethsemane” means “olive press”, and here olives underwent great pressure to squeeze out the precious oil.


Come into the Garden. Enter into Jesus’ suffering. “No, Father! Not that!” Jesus cried out, as He faced the sheer terror of the next hours. “Is there another way out? Another way You can accomplish salvation for Your people?”
His body and spirit felt great pressure like that of an olive press, a weight so heavy that He came near death. Finally Jesus surrendered and said, “Not My will, but Yours.”  
But the disciples slept, totally oblivious to Jesus’ cries, totally oblivious to the angel who strengthened Him, totally oblivious to what Jesus was going through.
Let us confess our spirit of sleeping when we don’t grasp the price Jesus paid to take our sin and the sins of our loved ones.

Church of St. Peter in Gallicantu
“This very night, before the rooster crows, you will diswn me three times.” Matthew 26:34

"I know Him not!"
We drove to the beautiful Church of St. Peter in Gallicantu, the traditional site of Caiaphas’ Palace where Jesus was held after His arrest.
At Gallicantu, which in Latin means “The rooster crows”, Peter denied knowing Jesus not once, not twice, but three times. And then, as the rooster crowed, Peter caught sight of Jesus, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Come, follow Peter. Tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks. He loved Jesus. Oh, how he loved Him! But now—what had he done? Wave after wave of his failure rushed over him. Earlier tonight he had boasted he would never desert Jesus.
What did his blustering mean now?  He stumbled toward a hidden corner of the courtyard. Deep sobs wrenched his body.   
Peter didn’t know it at the time, but his bitter tears were his first redemptive steps back to Jesus.
Let us confess: When Jesus looks deep into our hearts, we realize how we have denied Him. But Jesus’ love brings us back to repentance and a right relationship with Him.

Via Dolorosa
“Carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the Skull.” John 19:17

We walked the Via Dolorosa, the street which Jesus took on His route to the cross. For us, the atmosphere was festive with shoppers and tourists. Aromas wafted from the food stalls. Middle Eastern music floated through the air. But Jesus’ walk was not festive. He had been condemned in a mock trial, flogged, and sentenced to die by crucifixion.

Come. Walk with Jesus. Shoppers joined the jeering crowds as a criminal stumbled past, carrying his cross. He looked a caricature of a king in His blood- stained robe. A group of women—and the disciple John—followed, all weeping. The criminal stumbled, then fell. The Roman soldiers grabbed a strong African and ordered him to carry the man’s cross.
Consider how Jesus carried our cross for us. Let us thank Him and ask Him to help us understand deeply how He suffered as He took punishment for our sins.

The Crucifixion
“And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood.” Hebrews 13:25

We entered the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and climbed the steep stairs to the Rock of Calvary which commemorates Jesus’ crucifixion.
A year later I attended the Passion Play in the Badlands of Alberta, a more natural setting of the crosses. There, I meditated on Calvary and Jesus’ anguish and victory on the cross.

Come close to the cross. See how He suffered. At noon darkness fell over the land. Jesus cried out, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” For three hours of darkness He endured God’s wrath, taking on the sins of the whole world.
At three o’clock, He cried out, “Father, forgive them…” And then, gathering His last strength, He cried out, “It! Is! Finished!”
It was a victory cry.
He died at the exact hour of the afternoon sacrifice. An earthquake shook the land. In the Temple, a great ripping noise changed everything. The curtain was torn from top to bottom, exposing the Most Holy Place.
Let us confess Christ’s finished work of salvation.  Let us thank Him that we can now approach our Holy God without a High Priest sacrificing for us. Let us thank Christ that He has become our Great High Priest.

Christ's Resurrection
“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” Matthew 28:6

            Our last visit to remember Jesus was to The Garden Tomb, near an old limestone quarry that has a rock formation that looks like a skull.
             As our tour group entered the Garden, I felt deeply its calmness and serenity. After our communion service, I walked into the tomb and thought of that first resurrection morning when the angel told the women, “He is not here, but He is risen.”

 
The Garden Tomb
         Come close. Enter the empty tomb. View the other
side of death. When Christ was first raised, He left the grave clothes behind and folded the head cloth in a very meditated action.
             Folding the napkin was very symbolic for Jews. When the dinner host got up from the table to attend to a task, he neatly folded the napkin to show the servants that he would be back.
           Let us celebrate the Risen Christ. Let us thank God for His triumph in raising Christ from the dead. Let us claim His resurrection power for our daily living. And let us thank Jesus that one day He will come back for us.