Old Habits Die Hard Again!
Jesus had returned to life, His old habit was living. Jesus' disciples had returned to work, their old habit was fishing. Fishing for food had replaced fishing for men.
Jesus had returned to life, His old habit was living. Jesus' disciples had returned to work, their old habit was fishing. Fishing for food had replaced fishing for men.
In the death-filled vacuum of Jesus' absence, quickly His disciples returned to their previous occupations.
The tomb is empty. Crime-filled pain shreds Mary Magdalene's soul while she hunts for her Lord.
Upon a sinister mount my guilt was removed; undeservedly I gained redemption from my sins. This was the purpose of that first Easter, forgiveness - where there was none.
At 3pm Jesus uttered His final pain filled cry into all time.
Have you ever heard the bellow of blood? Blood screams for satisfaction, it flows for vengeance and demands justice. Yet the bellow of Christ's blood is love NOT retribution.
Returning the third time, Jesus said to them, 'are you still sleeping and resting? Enough. . . the son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
Before Jesus' Cross bound body was anointed by torture, His spirit and soul tore from the anguish within; He sought Heaven from Gethsemane.
Your eyes gaze upwards, filling with tears that refuse to be restrained. It is very dark, not cold, but oh so dark. It shouldn't be, it is only mid-afternoon.
Soul Snack 242/14 . . . Inhospitable places to humans are the richest soils of eternity.