Holy Week




My friend Bethany has written a great post on “Prayers from the Cross” here and Lent and Beyond has a great post about it here.  Since these eloquent writers have already put their thoughts down so well, I am going to ponder and enjoy what they have to say and just post an image.


Today is a special day for me.  It was 22 years ago that Jesus found me – sitting in the audience at a Passion Play – and I fell in love with Him.  My life has never been the same.

So, wherever you are today, may you enter into the depth of this Story of Jesus hanging upon the cross.  May you know His great love for you and may He find you wanting Him with every fiber of your being.  May you enter into His death with Him and may you find that because of His death, your life will never be the same.


“The Son of God was laid upon the cross.  He had clung faithfully to the cross until the end of the journey.  But then He was to become one with the cross.  He was to be nailed to it.  He was to die upon it.  New instruments of torture came in view.  In addition to the chains of arrest, the whips of the scourging and the crown of thorns, we can now see the huge nails and hammer.

How Jesus must have trembled when He saw them!  What grief must have pierced the Father’s heart as the time for this cruel, new torture approached the Son.  Nailed to the cross!  Wehn we talk of nailing things, we usually mean lifeless objects.  We hammer nails through them, but they are insensitive.  We do not work on living creatures with hammers and nails.  But the Son of Man, who is the Son of God, the Creator of man, was less respected and worse treated than a lifeless object.  With crude violence they hammered nails into His hands and feet.  Those hands created and sustained the world.  One day, all enemies, together with the whole universe, will fall down at those feet.”  (From Behold His Love by Basilea Schlink)





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