
Friday, March 25, 2016
The Hands with the Nails

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
He Rides a Donkey
I want tell you a story.
Specifically, I want to tell you the story of when Jesus entered
Jerusalem on a donkey. I want you to
turn on your imagination. What would it
be like that day? What would you be
doing? Where would you be standing? What would you be shouting? What would the road feel like on your feet? What would the crowd smell like? What would the shouts of hosanna and crucify
him sound like to you? How would they
sound as the came from your mouth?
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Peter is Sifted

Ahead of Peter stood Caiaphas' house. The high priest had summoned this mob, and they were returning with their prize. Peter quietly stow away in the pack. He had to see, he had to know. What was going to happen to his Lord? The one he declared to be Messiah, the Son of the Living God.
In this horrible turn of events, the Passover meal was supposed to end in celebration, deliverance, salvation. How did this one turn into a lynch mob. Surly no salvation can come from this. Peter still had the taste of bread and wine in his mouth, the body and the blood of Jesus Christ. “But at the Passover the blood of the lamb is to be spilled for the salvation of the Jews.” Peter thought, “What did Jesus mean His body broken his blood, the new covenant, spilled out?”
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