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Jesus Christ is not a myth


It was Friday, but now it’s Sunday.

It’s over. The tomb is empty. No one can find his body.

Where is it?  Has it been taken? And if so, why? Who would do such a thing?

Stories are fabricated.  Lies are decreed. One of the greatest deceptions in all
of history has been born out of the greatest truth that will ever exist.

 

Questions of many have been handed down through the centuries.

Do you believe Jesus Christ is the Son of God?

Do you believe he died and rose again from the dead?

Do you believe his death and resurrection gave those who follow him
forgiveness and eternal life?

Do you believe this act of God’s love defeated Satan and ended his reign of evil?

 

You either believe it all or you don’t.

If you don’t believe it, then none of the Bible is true.

Adam and Eve are a fairy tale. Noah never built a boat. Solomon was ignorant.

The disciples were “just fishermen.” John the Baptist was a joke. And Paul couldn’t be
a missionary because there was nothing to tell.

If you don’t believe it then there is no need for accountability, vision or a reason to live.

Human life would amount to chaos, destruction and death.

The Abyss would eventually become our eternal hell.

 

If you do believe, then every letter, number, word, sentence, paragraph, chapter of God’s word
is 100% true and accurate.

There is no gray area. No contradictions or mistakes. Fence sitting is not an option.
Wishy-washiness is not applicable. Rejection is not accepted.

Every detail and verse was written by human hands: Holy Spirit inspired.

Moses saw the only burning bush that didn’t burn. Daniel survived a lion’s den.
Jonah enjoyed 3 days in a whale’s stomach. Peter’s shadow healed people.
And John wrote the Book of Revelation on the Island of Patmos of the future of God’s plans.

Believing will alter your actions. Change your attitude.
Re-arrange your thinking until you ask yourself,
“Who was that person so many years ago? It wasn’t who I am now.”

There is no turning back because the desire is gone. Lost. A delusion of your past.
Moving forward becomes an obsession because you heart is wrapped around
the truth and love of Jesus.

The Cross of Christ is the ultimate sacrifice.
The Resurrection is the center of all that lives.

It was Friday. But today is Sunday.

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Basket Case Sufferings


 

Deciphering life’s questions and problems is what we do every day. Most have something better to do or we think we do. Pursuing our own dreams or desires won’t make them disappear.

We build mountains out of molehills and exercise the art of exaggerating our misfortunes. But do we really understand sacrifice? Do we honestly know what it feels like to hurt beyond comprehension?

I doubt it. Don’t think so. How could we?

This time of year brings home to roost with me the Cross of Christ. It wrenches my mind so much I fast something for Lent and I am not Catholic.

Over the years I spent qualifying myself as one who in this category used Analysis Paralysis to understand it all. This is not my normal learning process but for some reason the need to analyze and reason it became a walk-through delivery.Via_Dolorosa-09-

The Via Dolorosa was forever etched in my memory.

The crowd is a perpetual clanging symbol only making noise.

As he stumbles by I cry out, “please! Let me help him!”

“At least let me carry his robe! It would lessen the load!”

No one hears me. Anger and retaliation take over.

Maybe if I drag out my Dirty Harry AK 47 and start shooting at some Roman soldiers and egotistical Pharisees I might get their attention.

151473042.OLddHylXSurely I am not the only one here who wants to stop this “death without a trial” injustice?

How can you crucify an innocent man? Do you have any idea who he is?

My broken heart wants to take the wood-splintered cross and chop it up into little pieces so I can burn it.

Selfishness bends my ear as I thank God he never chose me to be his mother or sister.

He sweat blood. His body became unrecognizable from repeated beatings and whippings. Carrying his cross was so inhumane it sent him into a state of shock. He was a barely-walking dead man waiting for his death.

He was thirsty, exhausted, human flesh.

It is a much too grievous and heinous crime to paint with words not to mention how my soul refuses to send him back by reliving it on a blog post.

Our basket-cased sufferings, whines and complaints have no business spewing forth from our emotionally depressed lives. We have no idea what suffering is.

At the end of the Via Dolorosa I stand observing the sacrifice of one who would never have allowed me to stop him from the worst death ever recorded.

“I must go and do this for you,” he would cry out.

As I slide down a dirty, rock wall on this road that is forever colored with his blood, tears gush as my heart aches because I hung him on that cross as much as those cruel, hate-filled soldiers did.

As the thunder roared, lightning lit up a dark sky, the earth shook; and I heard him whisper to my heart,

This is Friday, but Sunday is coming.”

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Resurrection Day: A Coming Together


For the one who seeks, searches and yearns to get to know the Savior, there is one moment in time unlike any other.

This flash of revelation makes sense of everything.

Photo by John Randolph Harrison

Photo by John Randolph Harrison

The why, what, who, when and where of life is answered in an instant.

It is a “coming together” of the spirit, soul and mind centered on Jesus.

Questioning how a person can be the solution to every problem that has ever existed seems impossible, but it is what it is.

In the blink of an eye God will reveal truth; pure, unadulterated truth in the form of his son. Genuine life given to all mankind out of the simple love of God for his children.

Beginning this journey can come in the humor of God’s character even for the seriousness it represents.

God is God and he can do what he wants, when he wants. He has a wild imagination when it comes to saving souls; even to the inspired use of props unlikely fitting for his purpose. But it works.

Whatever he uses, be it a friend, book or movie the end result confirms the death and Resurrection. Somehow it leads to that hill of death.

As the horror sets in of the Cross of Christ, that moment in time places the searching soul at his bloody, pierced feet and nailed hands. Noticing the beaten and bruised body, and the disfigurement of hatred the reality that the lost soul had as much to do with Jesus crucifixion as the Roman soldiers did who physically hung him.

Understanding his misery, pain and agony is the stepping stone of why he went through the worst death in history. Every sin is re-posted on that cross but his blood shed cleared the defendants who committed them.

The repentant sinner’s heart is cleansed, purified and saved from eternity away from the Father. He has opened the gate and let us in.

There really is no comparable to match this outcome.

The “coming together” lends itself to total redemption for humans that don’t deserve anything good. If that doesn’t change a person, they haven’t truly been to the cross.

Folks this is no movie.

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Photo by Randy Harrison
http://www.pbase.com/jrandyh

The hill of death may be today,

But as Jesus hung as “The King of the Jews” on Friday, his love for us looked past the pain.

Jesus was looking at Sunday.