Sunday, 24 April 2011



Thursday brought betrayal, grief and abandonment.  Friday brought the agony and darkness of the cross.  Saturday brought the cold silence of the tomb.  But Sunday brought hope.  Sunday brought life.  Sunday brought resurrection.

Sunday brought Easter.

Friday, 22 April 2011


“And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain.”
1 Corinthians 15:14 ESV

Friday, not so good

It’s Friday.  The creator of the world, the God who upholds the planets in their orbits cannot even lift His own cross.  Blood runs down the back of the man who promised us a lighter yoke and an easier burden.

Friday.  The King of kings is mocked and beaten.  ‘King of the Jews’ they jeer.  The one who supports every king, every throne, the one by whose word governments stand and fall is himself crowned with a crown of thorns.  Soldiers mock, those who pass Him sneer and spit.

Friday.  The man who said to love your enemies like you do your friends is abandoned by His friends in His time of need.  His enemies are all around, His friends nowhere to be seen.  He said to treat others as you would be treated.  Seems like no one is listening to that this Friday.

He also said He was God, come to give hope and new life.