When my daughter was hit by a car, two angels clothed in human skin came to her rescue, reminding me we can always find grace in our bitter places. A car full of young guys listening to blaring music couldn’t brake in time and knocked Camilla and another girl down in the street. But while the girls struggled to get up, an elderly couple got out of their vehicle and said, “We’re taking you to the hospital right now.” [Read more…]
Even though God’s people celebrate resurrection and new life at Easter, maybe you feel like you’re hanging on to hope by the skin of your teeth? Maybe the hallelujah choruses at church ring empty for you. Perhaps spring’s messages of budding trees and flowers haven’t quite made their way to your soul.
Friend, maybe you’re struggling through yet another family crisis this Easter, and your hope has drained away. Has loss or sickness stolen your joy? Celebrating the Resurrection comes hard when our hope is all but dead. Yet God’s Word tells us He specializes in bringing the dead to life.
The hopeful message of Easter is this: your story isn’t over.
God specializes in the unexpected. No one expected the Messiah King to be born in a manger. Mary never expected an angel visitation, and Joseph certainly didn’t expect his fiancée to get pregnant. The shepherds weren’t expecting angelic visitors either, and the last thing on anyone’s mind that night in Bethlehem was that the baby would grow up to die on a Roman cross.
The crowds who greeted Jesus 30 years later when He entered Jerusalem weren’t expecting His crucifixion, and they certainly weren’t waiting for His resurrection.
Mary’s hopes must have been crushed when she witnessed her son’s death.
Yet God’s greatest surprise is raising the dead to life. Jesus himself said it:
Back in the day when my children were small, an urgent voice would often wake me out of a dead sleep at night:
I’d jolt up, wondering what emergency brought my five year old daughter into the room to wake up her poor, exhausted mother. Was she sick? Was the house on fire?
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
Instead of saying, “You woke me up for this?” I’d zip my lip. Then I’d crowbar myself out of bed to stagger down the hall and turn on the bathroom light. I knew Camilla wanted the security of my presence. She also wanted me to turn on that light because she was scared of the dark.
I don’t like the darkness either. [Read more…]
Last week I served raw chicken to friends who came for dinner. Yes, you read that right: Raw Chicken. Even though I thought I’d timed things perfectly so it would come out of the oven fifteen minutes after our guests arrived, for some reason that mystery bird just wouldn’t cook.
By 7:45, it became obvious their two year old boy was starving, so in desperation, I served the soup. Then I got up to get that chicken out of the oven and carve it no matter what.
If you’ve ever attempted to cut undercooked poultry, you know how I slaved. Not only was the 4 pound bird still partly raw, it also yielded a miserable quantity of meat, which I took out to my guests after keeping them waiting ten minutes. I couldn’t tell if I was sweating from battling with the bird in a hot kitchen or from embarrassment. [Read more…]