Traditions

Olivia watched her mother preparing the meal.

‘Mum, why do you always cut off the end of the joint before putting it in the oven?’ ‘My mother used to do it, so it must make the meat cook better.’

‘Grandma, why do you cut off the end of the joint before putting it in the oven?’ ‘My mother always used to do it.’

‘Great grandmother, why do you always cut off the end of the joint before putting it in the oven?’ ‘It’s the only way I can get it in my small baking tin.’

Do we treat our church traditions in the same way, sticking to what has always been done without knowing the reason why?

How Does It work?

My car has just been serviced. It had been running smoothly but now it will be alright and safe for the future. I’ve no idea how it works; I just get in, turn the key and we’re ready to run My mechanic understands the workings of the car, I don’t need to. I trust him fully.

I don’t understand why the world is in the state it is. It’s beyond my comprehension why there are wars and killings. Why should there be refugees, families torn apart and senseless murders? It’s not my job to understand. Like I have a car mechanic, I have a Saviour. He and He alone knows the workings of this world. Not only does He understand; He is also in control.

My task is to get in the car (the Bible), turn on the engine (prayer), and drive (obey).

Who Am I?

I often ask myself this question. Who am I? What use am I to anyone? Then I remember I’m the daughter of a King. I am worthy of the King of Kings dying for my sins. He died for you as well. You are worthy.

When Moses asked God, ‘Who am I?’ he was given the commission to lead a nation. Fortunately your and my command is far less daunting than that! But we are still called on to listen and obey. There are tasks that God wants us to do today; there are jobs for us tomorrow. Nations won’t flounder if we ignore God but the Kingdom of God will be poorer and our lives will be less worthy. If He knows the demise of a sparrow, He will certainly notice our reluctance. Who are we? We are ambassadors of the King of Kings. As Isaiah said, may we say ‘Here am I, send me.’

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Hallelujah, He is Risen

Easter Sunday has come. Christ is risen. As an advert for a certain sweet says ‘Now it all makes sense.’ The suffering and death of Jesus makes sense. Sin and death have been conquered; not just in our lives as Christians but for the whole world, for all time. That should make us of all men (and women) most happy.

Since that first Easter Sunday there has been hope, there has been purpose in life. No longer is the grave our destination. Our hearts sing and we are happy. But we so long for everyone to grasp the truth, to know the power of sins forgiven. Christians should sing and dance all day long, but then we remember our unbelieving family, friends and neighbours. We stop our singing and pause in our dance.

As we return from the mountain top into the valley and plains, we pray that the Lord may be able to use our testimony as we go about our daily lives, that others may see our hope and want it for themselves. That is our prayer this Easter Tuesday.

Easter Sunday

The miracle has happened. Christ has risen. Hallelujah. Poets and hymn writers have attempted to put into words the wonder of the resurrection.

‘The strife is o’er, the battle done.’ Christ has been triumphant over death. ‘He broke the bonds of death and hell.’ The resurrection of Jesus shows that the power of death has been won. ‘Death cannot keep his prey, Jesus my Lord.’ Christmas was a work begun and Easter is a work completed. The debt for sin has been fully paid; there is no more penalty necessary

Do we as Christians sometimes live as if the battle has not been wo?. Are we apologetic for our beliefs? We should be shouting it from the roof-tops. Christ is the only answer to the problems of the world. Doesn’t everyone want an answer to our many. many struggles. ‘Turn your eyes upon Jesus.’

Good Friday

‘It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. For the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. . Jesus called out with a loud voice, ‘Father into Your hands I commit my spirit.’ When He had said this He breathed His last.’

Luke 23:44-6

Maundy Thursday

This is the fifth day of Holy Week when we remember Jesus washing the feet of His disciples and the Last Supper. May we never forget how amazing it was for the creator of the world to kneel down at the feet of those who would soon betray Him. He wasn’t kneeling before kings. He completely took on the role of a servant. It is likely that none of the disciples would be willing to do such a thing.

Where does that leave us? We should never consider any task which God asks us to do is too lowly. Surely we should be a servant to those who need us. That means not hogging the limelight, not wanting the best seat or looking for praise from others. In the light of Jesus’ actions, when He became a Servant King, we too must follow. in servanthood.

Just a Few Days

In just a few days we will once again experience the time when the world was tipped. The days of the first Easter was when life was turned up side down. Things would never be the same again. My life and yours would never be the same again. Jesus payed the ultimate price for our sins. We would not now be judged. Jesus has taken our place.

Because we remember every year it does not lessen the miracle. Jesus is the Son of God; we are just mere mortals. This death has decided our eternity. Oh, that everyone would recognise the true meaning of Easter. It is for anyone who will listen. This truth is for believing Jews, trusting gentiles, every nation of the world and places which are not even a nation.

Shouting the news from the roof-tops will not make people listen; announcing it on the news will not tell people and even when I tell my neighbours they will not care. Prayer is the only answer. It is God’s work, He will do it. My only task is to pray and to speak when the time is right. But we know that by Sunday, hallelujah, Christ is risen.

Red, Amber, Green

Sometimes life seems like a set of traffic lights. On occasions everything seems red and to stop. Expected letters don’t arrive, phone messages are not answered and all business seems to stall.

Then a time comes when the cogs of life start moving, amber. Hospital enquiries become appointments, phone messages are taken up and friends are ready to co-operate. Just as suddenly life goes green and it is go, go, go. Everything seems to be taking place all at once. We can hardly cope with all the activity. There are just not enough hours in the day to deal with everything.

The Bible tells us that there is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven. The clue is to know where we are in the set of traffic lights of life.

Barabbus

When thinking about the story of Easter I had almost forgotten about Barabbus. Pilate chose to release a known terrorist and crucified Jesus, a gentle innocent man. His fear of the people prevented him from doing the right thing. The chief priests and elders wanted Jesus dead because He challenged their commitment to God.

I wonder how Barabbus acted after his release. Did he rejoice at his escape from death and think about the man who took his place on the cross? Or did he continue harassing the Romans? Did he know that his release condemned the Saviour of the World to death in his place? We do have a lot in common with Barabbus!