It was 96 in the shade in the Williamsburg area when I was there on vacation. I'm sure the heat index was over 100. The air was oppressive; it made it difficult to do anything that required exertion...like walking. We were only out in it for a couple of hours at Yorktown, but we stayed about 4 hours at Busch Gardens and about 5-6 hours each day, 2 days in a row at Colonial Williamsburg. Add my UTI to the extremely hot weather, and you've got not only a wimpy girl who hates summer and sweating but a sick one. I felt terrible the first 3 days. I'm sure I was very whiney. I began to annoy myself.
Being with my family made it worth it, and we had a great visit in spite of the oppressive heat. We only see each other about twice a year, so we packed as much into the 5 days I was there as we could. I savored every moment. Monday evening, Jeremy came in from Savannah. We caught the end of Alli's softball game and then we went to Greenleaf for $5 appetizers, which were yummy.
With my family by my side I saw the beautiful gardens of Busch Gardens, toured the historical sights of Yorktown and Colonial Williamsburg, and saw Chesapeake Bay at the mouth of the York River.
I watched Jeff's brilliant performance of the lead role along with the Williamsburg Players in their closing night's production of "Company."
We watched some of Big Bang Theory, season 2, as well as "What's Up Doc?" with Barbra Streisand and Ryan O'Neal.
We played new board games I had never heard of.
We talked, and laughed, and got caught up on each other's lives. We giggled over you tube videos and quoted from the movies they grew up watching. I remembered what great people they are. Jeff has found the love of his life, Alli, who is a wonderful additon to our family. I couldn't ask for a better daughter-in-law.
I love my family. <3
Monday, June 21, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The Traveling Day
I had been planning this vacation for months. I had my time off work approved, my plane ticket, and had made arrangements to have some good friends look in on Isabel, my cat. I was working feverishly to get to a point at work where 3 days--June 28-30--would be enough to close out the current financial fiscal year at school when I returned from vacation. I was mostly packed by Thursday of the week I was leaving on Friday. Everything was set. There was just one little problem...
Thursday evening (the night before! I know, right?) I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was maybe getting a bladder infection. I don't drink enough water, a fault I have always had to work on. Add to this my frantic rushing around to prepare to be gone from work for 2 weeks, and about a ton of stress, and yep...recipe for disaster.
Oh, did I mention that I am taking an online class in Summer I? I debated about dropping it, but I have tried every semester to get into this class, a required one for my major, but it was never offered at night or online. When it became available online, I grabbed it. I had worked as far ahead as I could on the homework. Yes, add that stress as well.
Friday morning, there was no question. I was sure I had a urinary tract infection. I went on to work and called the doctor, thinking they'll call something in for me. No, they had to see me. Great. I told them I have a 4:30 flight, which means I need to be at the airport by 3:30 or 3:45 at the latest (it is Fort Smith, after all). It is now almost 11:30, and they go to lunch for an hour at noon. I locked the office and took off down to the doctor's office (which is in Van Buren, thank God). I spent my entire lunch hour in the doctor's office. The final diagnosis was, yes you have a UTI. Duh. So they called something in for me and I raced off to Walmart to get it. Of course, when I got there it's wasn't ready. I ended up waiting almost 30 minutes there for my prescription, which the pharmacist told me to take with food. I hadn't had time for lunch, but I knew I needed to get started on the antibiotics, so I went through Sonic and got a large WATER and a corn dog. Then I booked it back to work, where a lady was waiting for me to open up so she could pay her daughter's pep club membership.
I managed to get out of there by the 2:00 time I had set to run home and pull all my baggage together. I was 99% packed, but there are always last minute things like my toothbrush, the Chi, which was too hot to pack when I left for work, etc. I got this done and my friend Deb showed up right on time to take me to the airport. I was a nervous wreck--flying makes me nervous, and deadlines that I am worried about missing do as well. I talked non-stop I'm sure all the way over there. I was at the airport by 3:30 as I had hoped, and I checked in at the kiosk for my boarding passes.
And.....my flight was delayed. What?! No! You mean I rushed around for nothing? I went ahead and checked my one bag (too much stuff is needed in a week's time to get it all in the 2 carry-ons you're allowed). I then went through security with my carry-ons and collapsed in a chair by the gate where we would board. I could now relax. They finally called us to board and we ended up taking off about 5:08. Only about 38 minutes late. Not too bad. I could still make my connecting flight in Memphis.
We got to Memphis with no time to spare. Fortunately, the gate was on the same concourse, so it wasn't too far to go. There was no time to sit down, though, because they had already announced that our flight would board in the next few minutes. This plane ended up being delayed a little, too. They finally let us board, and we were on our way to Atlanta.
When we arrived in Atlanta, already about 20 minutes behind, our gate was not ready. So we sat in the plane for about 20-30 minutes. It was already going to be close for me to make this next connection. I was supposed be there by 8:45 or so, and the next flight was at 9:37. Since we were behind, though, it was after 9:00 when we got to Atlanta. We didn't deplane until 9:30. I looked at the departure status of my next flight, and it was delayed! It was set to take off at 11:30 instead of 9:37, but at least I would have time to get there. It was on C concourse, and I was on B. So I made my way to the subway train, went over to C, found the gate...it was moved. It was still delayed, but had been moved to--you guessed it--B concourse. Yes, the one I started on. *sigh*
This whole thing was like a comedy of errors. By this time, it was past annoying and stressful and just plain funny. Ever see the Bugs Bunny episode where he's the cartoon artist, drawing stuff to happen to Daffy?
Jeff was supposed to pick me up about 11:30 in Richmond, so I texted him and told him the delay status. We did finally take off around 11:30 from Atlanta, and landed in Richmond about 1:15 am, where we proceeded to wait for 30 minutes for our baggage. So it was 2:00 when we left Richmond for Williamsburg, a 45 minute drive. We arrived at Jeff and Alli's apartment just before 3:00. Jeff proudly showed me to the guest room that they had fixed up for my visit, and I crashed.
I know that the steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord. I have no doubt that He had it all arranged just the way it was for my protection. All evening, even though I was tired and a little frustrated, deep down I knew the Lord was taking care of me.
And so ended day one, the traveling day. More vacation blogs will follow.
Thursday evening (the night before! I know, right?) I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was maybe getting a bladder infection. I don't drink enough water, a fault I have always had to work on. Add to this my frantic rushing around to prepare to be gone from work for 2 weeks, and about a ton of stress, and yep...recipe for disaster.
Oh, did I mention that I am taking an online class in Summer I? I debated about dropping it, but I have tried every semester to get into this class, a required one for my major, but it was never offered at night or online. When it became available online, I grabbed it. I had worked as far ahead as I could on the homework. Yes, add that stress as well.
Friday morning, there was no question. I was sure I had a urinary tract infection. I went on to work and called the doctor, thinking they'll call something in for me. No, they had to see me. Great. I told them I have a 4:30 flight, which means I need to be at the airport by 3:30 or 3:45 at the latest (it is Fort Smith, after all). It is now almost 11:30, and they go to lunch for an hour at noon. I locked the office and took off down to the doctor's office (which is in Van Buren, thank God). I spent my entire lunch hour in the doctor's office. The final diagnosis was, yes you have a UTI. Duh. So they called something in for me and I raced off to Walmart to get it. Of course, when I got there it's wasn't ready. I ended up waiting almost 30 minutes there for my prescription, which the pharmacist told me to take with food. I hadn't had time for lunch, but I knew I needed to get started on the antibiotics, so I went through Sonic and got a large WATER and a corn dog. Then I booked it back to work, where a lady was waiting for me to open up so she could pay her daughter's pep club membership.
I managed to get out of there by the 2:00 time I had set to run home and pull all my baggage together. I was 99% packed, but there are always last minute things like my toothbrush, the Chi, which was too hot to pack when I left for work, etc. I got this done and my friend Deb showed up right on time to take me to the airport. I was a nervous wreck--flying makes me nervous, and deadlines that I am worried about missing do as well. I talked non-stop I'm sure all the way over there. I was at the airport by 3:30 as I had hoped, and I checked in at the kiosk for my boarding passes.
And.....my flight was delayed. What?! No! You mean I rushed around for nothing? I went ahead and checked my one bag (too much stuff is needed in a week's time to get it all in the 2 carry-ons you're allowed). I then went through security with my carry-ons and collapsed in a chair by the gate where we would board. I could now relax. They finally called us to board and we ended up taking off about 5:08. Only about 38 minutes late. Not too bad. I could still make my connecting flight in Memphis.
We got to Memphis with no time to spare. Fortunately, the gate was on the same concourse, so it wasn't too far to go. There was no time to sit down, though, because they had already announced that our flight would board in the next few minutes. This plane ended up being delayed a little, too. They finally let us board, and we were on our way to Atlanta.
When we arrived in Atlanta, already about 20 minutes behind, our gate was not ready. So we sat in the plane for about 20-30 minutes. It was already going to be close for me to make this next connection. I was supposed be there by 8:45 or so, and the next flight was at 9:37. Since we were behind, though, it was after 9:00 when we got to Atlanta. We didn't deplane until 9:30. I looked at the departure status of my next flight, and it was delayed! It was set to take off at 11:30 instead of 9:37, but at least I would have time to get there. It was on C concourse, and I was on B. So I made my way to the subway train, went over to C, found the gate...it was moved. It was still delayed, but had been moved to--you guessed it--B concourse. Yes, the one I started on. *sigh*
This whole thing was like a comedy of errors. By this time, it was past annoying and stressful and just plain funny. Ever see the Bugs Bunny episode where he's the cartoon artist, drawing stuff to happen to Daffy?
Jeff was supposed to pick me up about 11:30 in Richmond, so I texted him and told him the delay status. We did finally take off around 11:30 from Atlanta, and landed in Richmond about 1:15 am, where we proceeded to wait for 30 minutes for our baggage. So it was 2:00 when we left Richmond for Williamsburg, a 45 minute drive. We arrived at Jeff and Alli's apartment just before 3:00. Jeff proudly showed me to the guest room that they had fixed up for my visit, and I crashed.
I know that the steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord. I have no doubt that He had it all arranged just the way it was for my protection. All evening, even though I was tired and a little frustrated, deep down I knew the Lord was taking care of me.
And so ended day one, the traveling day. More vacation blogs will follow.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Melancholy
mel·an·chol·y /ˈmɛlənˌkɒli/ [mel-uhn-kol-ee] noun, plural-chol·ies, adjective –noun
1.a gloomy state of mind, esp. when habitual or prolonged; depression.
2.sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.
I'm not depressed anymore. I am usually pretty level, and able to cope with whatever life throws me in a given day. Ah, but just a few short years ago, that wasn't the case. Days like today were the norm, not the exception. A good day was a rarity instead of an everyday occurance. Thank God, I am free from that! He has broken the chains of depression. Still, I have days like today, and I have to look to God for help, just as David did. He wrote in Psalm 42:
"As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 42:1-3, 5
I've been sitting here, talking to God. Maybe it's Him speaking to me, I don't know, but I sense that in those times when I just feel like I can't stand to be alone another minute, when I feel like I really need a friend, but none are available, could it be He wants me to come to Him? Reaching way back to when I went through Experiencing God, by Henry Blackaby, I seem to remember he said that we are born with a "God-shaped hole" inside our hearts. I believe that. I think that sometimes--not all the time, but sometimes--we run here and there, listening and talking to everyone but our Creator. Then we can't understand why we feel so empty, so lonely. We attempt to fill that void with everything and everyone....except the One it is designed for.
"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:7-8.
I have to work at it, this going to God and asking Him to fill me. My human nature wants to fill it with anything and everything, but I have to resist that temptation and remember that He loves me and wants a relationship with me.
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.
Selah." Psalm 62:5-8
1.a gloomy state of mind, esp. when habitual or prolonged; depression.
2.sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.
I'm not depressed anymore. I am usually pretty level, and able to cope with whatever life throws me in a given day. Ah, but just a few short years ago, that wasn't the case. Days like today were the norm, not the exception. A good day was a rarity instead of an everyday occurance. Thank God, I am free from that! He has broken the chains of depression. Still, I have days like today, and I have to look to God for help, just as David did. He wrote in Psalm 42:
"As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 42:1-3, 5
I've been sitting here, talking to God. Maybe it's Him speaking to me, I don't know, but I sense that in those times when I just feel like I can't stand to be alone another minute, when I feel like I really need a friend, but none are available, could it be He wants me to come to Him? Reaching way back to when I went through Experiencing God, by Henry Blackaby, I seem to remember he said that we are born with a "God-shaped hole" inside our hearts. I believe that. I think that sometimes--not all the time, but sometimes--we run here and there, listening and talking to everyone but our Creator. Then we can't understand why we feel so empty, so lonely. We attempt to fill that void with everything and everyone....except the One it is designed for.
"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:7-8.
I have to work at it, this going to God and asking Him to fill me. My human nature wants to fill it with anything and everything, but I have to resist that temptation and remember that He loves me and wants a relationship with me.
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.
Selah." Psalm 62:5-8
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tonight's Conversation with God
Tonight, I'm a little shaken, so when I talked to my Father tonight, it went something like this:
Me: God, I'm scared.
God: Why? I am with you.
Me: I know, but I just get scared sometimes. What can I do? Will you protect me?
God: Yes. There are lots of places in my word where I promise this:
"When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the LORD will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared." Proverbs 3:24-26
"The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
"When I am afraid, I will trust in you." Psalm 56:3
"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety." Psalm 4:8
Me: Thank you, God. I feel better. You are so good to me. I love you.
Goodnight.
Me: God, I'm scared.
God: Why? I am with you.
Me: I know, but I just get scared sometimes. What can I do? Will you protect me?
God: Yes. There are lots of places in my word where I promise this:
"When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the LORD will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared." Proverbs 3:24-26
"The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
"When I am afraid, I will trust in you." Psalm 56:3
"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety." Psalm 4:8
Me: Thank you, God. I feel better. You are so good to me. I love you.
Goodnight.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Jesus has RISEN!
When Jesus died on the cross, "the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people. When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, "Surely he was the Son of God!" (Matthew 27:51-54, NIV)
As I quoted from Mark in yesterday's blog, Joseph of Arimathea took Jesus' body and laid it in his own tomb, freshly cut into the rock. The Pharisees were worried, though, that Jesus' disciples would steal His body. They went to Pilate the next day and expressed this. They said 'we remember that while he was still alive that deceiver said, ' "After three days I will rise again.' " So give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that he has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.' So Pilate told them to secure the tomb. "So they went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard." (Matthew 27:62-65, NIV)
I am so thankful that Jesus died for my sins. I can never repay the debt I owe to Him for taking on my sins and dying a brutal death by crucifixion. But the story doesn't end with His death. Quoting again from Matthew, "After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me." (Matthew 28:1-8, NIV)
"Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matthew 28:16-20, NIV)
HE IS RISEN! My Lord conquered death, hell, and the grave and is now at the right hand of the Father in heaven. "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." (Hebrews 12:2, NIV)
Please consider what He has done for you and me. If you don't have a church home, come and worship with us tomorrow morning at Evangel Temple, 12th and Dodson in Fort Smith. Services are at 9:01 and 10:45. Even if you choose to go somewhere else, please go to church and worship Him. If you haven't received Jesus as your Savior, I urge you to do that. He gave His life to save you.
As I quoted from Mark in yesterday's blog, Joseph of Arimathea took Jesus' body and laid it in his own tomb, freshly cut into the rock. The Pharisees were worried, though, that Jesus' disciples would steal His body. They went to Pilate the next day and expressed this. They said 'we remember that while he was still alive that deceiver said, ' "After three days I will rise again.' " So give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that he has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.' So Pilate told them to secure the tomb. "So they went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard." (Matthew 27:62-65, NIV)
I am so thankful that Jesus died for my sins. I can never repay the debt I owe to Him for taking on my sins and dying a brutal death by crucifixion. But the story doesn't end with His death. Quoting again from Matthew, "After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me." (Matthew 28:1-8, NIV)
"Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matthew 28:16-20, NIV)
HE IS RISEN! My Lord conquered death, hell, and the grave and is now at the right hand of the Father in heaven. "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." (Hebrews 12:2, NIV)
Please consider what He has done for you and me. If you don't have a church home, come and worship with us tomorrow morning at Evangel Temple, 12th and Dodson in Fort Smith. Services are at 9:01 and 10:45. Even if you choose to go somewhere else, please go to church and worship Him. If you haven't received Jesus as your Savior, I urge you to do that. He gave His life to save you.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Jesus Died for Us
Continuing the story of what Jesus did for us:
At dawn's first light, the high priests, with the religious leaders and scholars, arranged a conference with the entire Jewish Council. After tying Jesus securely, they took him out and presented him to Pilate...It was a custom at the Feast to release a prisoner, anyone the people asked for. There was one prisoner called Barabbas, locked up with the insurrectionists who had committed murder during the uprising against Rome. As the crowd came up and began to present its petition for him to release a prisoner, Pilate anticipated them: "Do you want me to release the King of the Jews to you?" Pilate knew by this time that it was through sheer spite that the high priests had turned Jesus over to him. But the high priests by then had worked up the crowd to ask for the release of Barabbas.
Pilate came back, "So what do I do with this man you call King of the Jews?"
They yelled, "Nail him to a cross!"
Pilate objected, "But for what crime?"
But they yelled all the louder, "Nail him to a cross!"
Pilate gave the crowd what it wanted, set Barabbas free and turned Jesus over for whipping and crucifixion.
The soldiers took Jesus into the palace (called Praetorium) and called together the entire brigade. They dressed him up in purple and put a crown plaited from a thornbush on his head. Then they began their mockery: "Bravo, King of the Jews!" They banged on his head with a club, spit on him, and knelt down in mock worship. After they had had their fun, they took off the purple cape and put his own clothes back on him. Then they marched out to nail him to the cross.
There was a man walking by, coming from work, Simon from Cyrene, the father of Alexander and Rufus. They made him carry Jesus' cross. The soldiers brought Jesus to Golgotha, meaning "Skull Hill." They offered him a mild painkiller (wine mixed with myrrh), but he wouldn't take it. And they nailed him to the cross. They divided up his clothes and threw dice to see who would get them.
They nailed him up at nine o'clock in the morning. The charge against him—the king of the jews—was printed on a poster. Along with him, they crucified two criminals, one to his right, the other to his left. People passing along the road jeered, shaking their heads in mock lament: "You bragged that you could tear down the Temple and then rebuild it in three days—so show us your stuff! Save yourself! If you're really God's Son, come down from that cross!"
The high priests, along with the religion scholars, were right there mixing it up with the rest of them, having a great time poking fun at him: "He saved others—but he can't save himself! Messiah, is he? King of Israel? Then let him climb down from that cross. We'll all become believers then!" Even the men crucified alongside him joined in the mockery.
At noon the sky became extremely dark. The darkness lasted three hours. At three o'clock, Jesus groaned out of the depths, crying loudly, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?"
Some of the bystanders who heard him said, "Listen, he's calling for Elijah." Someone ran off, soaked a sponge in sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink, saying, "Let's see if Elijah comes to take him down."
But Jesus, with a loud cry, gave his last breath. At that moment the Temple curtain ripped right down the middle. When the Roman captain standing guard in front of him saw that he had quit breathing, he said, "This has to be the Son of God!"
There were women watching from a distance, among them Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of the younger James and Joses, and Salome. When Jesus was in Galilee, these women followed and served him, and had come up with him to Jerusalem. Late in the afternoon, since it was the Day of Preparation (that is, Sabbath eve), Joseph of Arimathea, a highly respected member of the Jewish Council, came. He was one who lived expectantly, on the lookout for the kingdom of God. Working up his courage, he went to Pilate and asked for Jesus' body. Pilate questioned whether he could be dead that soon and called for the captain to verify that he was really dead. Assured by the captain, he gave Joseph the corpse.
Having already purchased a linen shroud, Joseph took him down, wrapped him in the shroud, placed him in a tomb that had been cut into the rock, and rolled a large stone across the opening. Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of Joses, watched the burial. (Mark 15, The Message).
...to be continued...
At dawn's first light, the high priests, with the religious leaders and scholars, arranged a conference with the entire Jewish Council. After tying Jesus securely, they took him out and presented him to Pilate...It was a custom at the Feast to release a prisoner, anyone the people asked for. There was one prisoner called Barabbas, locked up with the insurrectionists who had committed murder during the uprising against Rome. As the crowd came up and began to present its petition for him to release a prisoner, Pilate anticipated them: "Do you want me to release the King of the Jews to you?" Pilate knew by this time that it was through sheer spite that the high priests had turned Jesus over to him. But the high priests by then had worked up the crowd to ask for the release of Barabbas.
Pilate came back, "So what do I do with this man you call King of the Jews?"
They yelled, "Nail him to a cross!"
Pilate objected, "But for what crime?"
But they yelled all the louder, "Nail him to a cross!"
Pilate gave the crowd what it wanted, set Barabbas free and turned Jesus over for whipping and crucifixion.
The soldiers took Jesus into the palace (called Praetorium) and called together the entire brigade. They dressed him up in purple and put a crown plaited from a thornbush on his head. Then they began their mockery: "Bravo, King of the Jews!" They banged on his head with a club, spit on him, and knelt down in mock worship. After they had had their fun, they took off the purple cape and put his own clothes back on him. Then they marched out to nail him to the cross.
There was a man walking by, coming from work, Simon from Cyrene, the father of Alexander and Rufus. They made him carry Jesus' cross. The soldiers brought Jesus to Golgotha, meaning "Skull Hill." They offered him a mild painkiller (wine mixed with myrrh), but he wouldn't take it. And they nailed him to the cross. They divided up his clothes and threw dice to see who would get them.
They nailed him up at nine o'clock in the morning. The charge against him—the king of the jews—was printed on a poster. Along with him, they crucified two criminals, one to his right, the other to his left. People passing along the road jeered, shaking their heads in mock lament: "You bragged that you could tear down the Temple and then rebuild it in three days—so show us your stuff! Save yourself! If you're really God's Son, come down from that cross!"
The high priests, along with the religion scholars, were right there mixing it up with the rest of them, having a great time poking fun at him: "He saved others—but he can't save himself! Messiah, is he? King of Israel? Then let him climb down from that cross. We'll all become believers then!" Even the men crucified alongside him joined in the mockery.
At noon the sky became extremely dark. The darkness lasted three hours. At three o'clock, Jesus groaned out of the depths, crying loudly, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?"
Some of the bystanders who heard him said, "Listen, he's calling for Elijah." Someone ran off, soaked a sponge in sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink, saying, "Let's see if Elijah comes to take him down."
But Jesus, with a loud cry, gave his last breath. At that moment the Temple curtain ripped right down the middle. When the Roman captain standing guard in front of him saw that he had quit breathing, he said, "This has to be the Son of God!"
There were women watching from a distance, among them Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of the younger James and Joses, and Salome. When Jesus was in Galilee, these women followed and served him, and had come up with him to Jerusalem. Late in the afternoon, since it was the Day of Preparation (that is, Sabbath eve), Joseph of Arimathea, a highly respected member of the Jewish Council, came. He was one who lived expectantly, on the lookout for the kingdom of God. Working up his courage, he went to Pilate and asked for Jesus' body. Pilate questioned whether he could be dead that soon and called for the captain to verify that he was really dead. Assured by the captain, he gave Joseph the corpse.
Having already purchased a linen shroud, Joseph took him down, wrapped him in the shroud, placed him in a tomb that had been cut into the rock, and rolled a large stone across the opening. Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of Joses, watched the burial. (Mark 15, The Message).
...to be continued...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Jesus Prayed for Us
Tonight I am thinking about Jesus as He prepared for His death on the cross; a death He went willingly to for you and me. You can read the whole story in any of the four Gospels in the New Testament: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. I am quoting from John because that is where He led me tonight.
He told the disciples that night "... now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other. Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (John 13:34,35 New Living Translation)
He also prayed for his followers; the ones there with Him, as well as you and me, over 2000 years before we were born. He prayed:
“My prayer is not for the world, but for those you have given me, because they belong to you. All who are mine belong to you, and you have given them to me, so they bring me glory...I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me through their message. I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one—as you are in me, Father, and I am in you. And may they be in us so that the world will believe you sent me." (John 17:9-10,20,21 New Living Translation)
Jesus died for you. He sacrificed His life so that you could be with Him forever in Heaven. He loves you that much. Please don't toss this most precious gift aside. He gave everything for you, holding nothing back.
Will you accept His gift to you?
He told the disciples that night "... now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other. Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (John 13:34,35 New Living Translation)
He also prayed for his followers; the ones there with Him, as well as you and me, over 2000 years before we were born. He prayed:
“My prayer is not for the world, but for those you have given me, because they belong to you. All who are mine belong to you, and you have given them to me, so they bring me glory...I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me through their message. I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one—as you are in me, Father, and I am in you. And may they be in us so that the world will believe you sent me." (John 17:9-10,20,21 New Living Translation)
Jesus died for you. He sacrificed His life so that you could be with Him forever in Heaven. He loves you that much. Please don't toss this most precious gift aside. He gave everything for you, holding nothing back.
Will you accept His gift to you?
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