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“On the surface not a ripple
Undercurrent wages war.
Quiet in the sanctuary
Sin is crouching at my door.
How can I be so prone to wander?
So prone to leave You?
So prone to die?
And how can You be so full of mercy?
You race to meet me and
bring be back to life.
I wake to find my soul in fragments,
Given to a thousand loves.
But only One will have no rival…
Hangs to heal me, spills His blood.
Curse-reversing Day of Jesus,
When You finally seize my soul…

Freedom from myself will be
The sweetest rest I’ve ever known.”
(Chris Rice)

I have yet to find the above song online, I have it on CD in my car presently. I hope to be able to post it… for it is simply beautiful!

Until then, below is an equally moving song, along the similar theme…

“He has formed me from the dust and to dust I shall return. He has made me in His light and to light I shall return. And I’ll be free at last… to lay it all down… and the sun will never rise again, for He will be my light. My heart will never, never, never break His heart again.” (2nd Chapter of Acts)


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“They say Jesus is doing nothing
They say evolution took His place
There’s no God that created the world and
No Savior for the human race

They say God is powerless
He laughs aloud as we cry in pain
It’s just a part of his sick, sick humor
Forcing us to appreciate

You say that God is dead but you’re rippin’ me off
You can’t infect my mind with your vanity
You say that God is dead but you’re rippin’ me off
You can’t infect my mind with your vanity
You’re rippin’ me off They say God doesn’t even exist
We made him up just to numb our pain
They can’t believe in a loving God
Who doesn’t believe in atheists


We take too much.”

By Skillet

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Life gets so crazy busy that it can be easy to forget that today is Good Friday. Growing up I used to wonder why it was called Good Friday if Jesus had to die on that day. But He chose to die. He willingly gave His life in place of all creation’s life… to be a sacrifice, to build an eternal bridge to the Father. And for that I am in a spirit of eternal gratitude. Both on this day, and on Easter Sunday when He overcame the grave and came alive again forever! Thank you Jesus!

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A friend reminded me today that this beautiful Sunday is Palm Sunday. I love Palm Sunday! Growing up in Sunday School it was such a fun day at church of celebration and adoration of Jesus. Most of you know the story of Palm Sunday if you have had any experience in church life at all.

What seemed to strike me most through the years was how very quickly the same people who adoringly welcomed Jesus into the city of Jerusalem with praise and palms, were the ones who were screaming and shouting the next week “crucify him!” How? Why? What did he do so horrible that one week they were celebrating him and the next they were crucifying him?

Those questions are not necessarily to be answered or resolved. They don’t really cause me angst because I know the whole context of Jesus’ time on earth.

What I am writing about today is the concept that the human heart can and does so  often turn on a dime. When I was young and had not acquired the scars I now wear, I did not have much empathy for such humans who could be so fickle… who see their love and adoration turn on a dime. But as with so many things, the longer I live the more I know exactly how it feels to be so very human. To be bound by the human frailty. To be so very capable of turning on a dime… my heart, my mind.

Just some things I am meditating on during this lovely Sunday, and will continue to meditate on through this next week… through to Good Friday, and finally Easter. Thank goodness there is One who knows my heart even when I can’t always make sense of it!

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“The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to the healing of the world.” Marianne Williamson

“Well the past is playing with my head
And failure knocks me down again.
I’m reminded of the wrong
That I have said and done
And that devil just wont let me forget.

In this life
I know what I’ve been,
But here in your arms
I know what I am.

I’m forgiven
I’m forgiven
And I don’t have to carry
The weight of who I’ve been
‘Cause I’m forgiven.

My mistakes are running through my mind
And I’ll relive my days, in the middle of the night
When I wrestle with my pain, struggle with my pride
Sometimes I feel alone, and I cry.

When I don’t think and I don’t feel like I belong anywhere
When I don’t measure up to much in this life
Oh, I’m a treasure in the arms of Christ ’cause I’m forgiven.”

(Sanctus Real)

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