Past Devotions

My son became a head football coach at a high school in California a year ago. He is rebuilding a program.  Recently he posted a recruitment call for young men who want to be a part of that team rebuilding. He wrote the following:

“Plenty of people want to join something, and less have the resolve to set out to build something.  We are building, brick by brick. It won’t happen overnight, and it won’t be easy. But at the end of the day, building men who understand character and resolve is what it’s about.”

When I read that I thought about our church, Christian Faith Center (CFC) Middleton. We are having our Grand Opening next Sunday. I thought about all the wonderful people who arrive early and gather in the lobby before services to re-commit themselves once again to being part of “building” that church in Middleton, Idaho. They are excited to be there. You can tell by all the laughter, love, and hugs!

When I pastored The Way on that site, there were always people who came for the first time “looking” for what we had to offer them. They wanted to “join” a church that had all the resources and programs to meet their needs. We didn’t, so they often went elsewhere.

Then there were the other ones who came and wanted to know how they could be part of the church and help it grow. There was always a place for them.

Builders or Joiners? Where’s your heart?

“Their (apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors, teachers) responsibility is to equip GOD’S PEOPLE TO DO HIS WORK AND BUILD UP THE CHURCH, THE BODY OF CHRIST.” [Ephesians 4:12 NLT Emphasis mine]

The stone is STILL rolled away!

The tomb is STILL empty!

The LORD Christ Jesus is STILL resurrected!

Jesus STILL sits at the Right Hand of the Father!

Jesus STILL holds the keys of death and the grave!

Nothing has changed from that first Resurrection Morning!

Nothing will ever change from that first Resurrection Morning!

 Jesus STILL has the victory!

I am a saved, forgiven, child of God! Every day is resurrection day now!

Amen & Amen

I always think of this day as Silent Saturday. Jesus’ body is in the tomb, guarded by Roman soldiers. The disciples are huddled in the Upper Room for fear that they will be next to be arrested and crucified.

The women are silently preparing the anointing spices so that when the Passover is completed, they can anoint the body of their friend.

I think Mary must have been stunned as she witnessed her son die, the one who was prophesied would save His people.

Peter must have been in agony knowing that he had, just as Jesus said he would, denied Him three times.

Silent Saturday. A day without hope.

A day when shock probably drove the remembrance of Jesus words from their thoughts. “The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into the hands of his enemies. He will be killed, but three days later he will rise from the dead.”

Silent Saturday. All those who loved Jesus must have thought Silent Saturday would go on forever … but it would not!

Tomorrow, everything in all creation will change forever. Resurrection Life is only hours away.

I was reminded about the groups of people gathered around the cross. There were the ones who loved Jesus and stood weeping. Scripture tells us of John, the beloved disciple, Jesus’ mother, and a few other women who had gathered.

Then there were those who hated Jesus and who mocked and cursed, shouting hateful things to a man who had done nothing but good – just because He didn’t fit their idea of what the Messiah should be.

There was also a third group, the Romans Soldiers. For them, this was just a job to get finished, they couldn’t care less about the men on those crosses, they were just indifferent.

But as I thought about those groups a few years ago, I heard the LORD say something that stopped me short.  He said, “don’t be so sure you would have been among the weepers.”

Those words pierced my soul. If I had been there, would my heart have been tender, or would it have been hardened or indifferent?

Of course, NOW my heart has been softened by God, and if I saw this happening today, I would weep. But I know that my heart was hard and desperately wicked before Christ changed me. I have come to accept that I just may have been among those who cursed.  That is an extremely humbling thought.

Today I am so grateful for the salvation Christ purchased that gave me a new heart, soft and tender before God. I am so much more in love with my Savior than I have ever been. Today, I am standing among the weepers.

Thank you, Lord.

Jesus took His disciples with Him to Gethsemane that night.  He left most of them in one place and took the three closest to Him, Peter, James, and John farther. Then He went a stone’s throw away from them. They could see He was in agony, down on His face in the dirt. They could hear His cries. Their contribution in all this, however, was to fall asleep. I can’t really blame them. They’d consumed a meal prior to going and it was nighttime after all.

Jesus came back and woke them and then returned to pray. He came back a second time, woke them again, and urged them to pray that they would not fall into temptation. Then Matthew tells us, “So he left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing.” [26:44]

Jesus persevered in prayer.  Three times He sought His Father. Three times He said the same thing. He wasn’t going to give up until the matter was settled one way or another.  He was determined to hear His Father’s response.

I often wonder how determined I am in prayer.  Do I pray until the matter is settled … until I hear God say yes, no, or not now? Or do I just tell God what I think He needs to hear and how I think He needs to act, and then disappear.

A long time ago I began to pray for the “Presence of Christ” to manifest in The Way and in Middleton, Idaho. I am still praying even though The Way has given over to CFC Middleton. I intend to persevere in that plea for the “Miraculous Presence” until God says, “Yes, I’m here now,” or until He tells me to stop. I must follow my LORD’s example and persevere, even to saying the same thing(!) each time.

“Even so, come LORD JESUS. Amen”

I have always been intrigued by Jesus’ prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane. There we see Him at His lowest moment. There we see Him seeking His Father, all too aware of what is just ahead for Him. And it is there we see His will set for the suffering He will face.

When Jesus leaves the Garden, there is no wavering. Through each trial, through every torture, through the hours on the cross, Jesus is in control. He answers His accusers when He chooses to do so. He forgives. He takes care of His mother. And when “it is finished,” He relinquishes His Spirit to His Father. This all was settled in the Garden.

One of the most precious moments in Jesus’ prayer is found Mark 14:36:  “’Abba, Father,’ he said.”

“Abba Father.”  Jesus’ prayer was a prayer grounded in relationship. He was His Father’s Son and that night in His deepest distress, He did what He always did, He went to His Father in prayer. This was not the first time. The Gospels are full of references to Jesus praying in the night or early morning hours. His relationship with His Father was strong and vital and consistent.

What the Son had in His relationship with the Father can be ours too. Because of His sacrifice, we have been granted adoption into the Father’s family. This is a binding pledge by the Father to His children, granting them the full rights of sonship.  We forfeited our right as God’s creation when mankind fell, but nothing can now take way our rights to the Father’s love and protection as sons and daughters.

Jesus’ cry is now our cry also. “Abba Father, hear my cry.”

I am spending time in the Garden of Gethsemane with Jesus this week.  I want to learn from the way He prayed that night before His arrest.

Yesterday, I learned that His prayer was a solitary one. It was also a humble prayer.  After leaving His disciples, Matthew tells us, “He went a little farther and fell on His face and prayed.” [Matt 26:39 NKJV]

I’ve often seen that painting of Jesus praying in the Garden, hands folded sweetly, light pouring from the heavens, serenity on His face, kneeling by a rock.  Nice picture, but that’s not what I read in Scripture. There was nothing sweet nor serene about this prayer. His posture was one of abject humility. He literally “fell on His face” on the ground.

Jesus was in agony. He was sorrowful enough that He thought that sorrow alone might kill Him. He fell to the ground, face buried in the dirt.  Here was the Son of God coming to His Father in poverty of spirit. This was no “name it and claim it” attitude—even though no one had a greater right to such.

Sometimes all we can do is fall on our face before God. Sometimes all we should do is fall on our face before God!  But, whatever our physical posture, our heart’s posture must always be one of humility.  We are approaching the Great God, the Awesome God who dwells in unapproachable light.  [1 Timothy 6:16]