Silent Saturday held the darkest hours of human history – a Sabbath subtracted from the hope of a Savior.
Tag: Grief
The place we allow pain to take us makes an impact on eternity.
We are almost all carrying a heavy load and searching for a safe place to set it down for a few minutes of relief.
Paul David Tripp tells us there are two kinds of hope: vertical and horizontal
Wise men and women set their faces toward the Savior in the last hours before Christmas.
The habits I learned while my mother was dying have sustained me ever since.
How we respond to loss – self-inflicted or otherwise – is critical to the outcome of our life.
When we remember what comes next, when we take the time to consider the depth of joy and wonder that weighs enough to tip the scale on cancer and school shootings, dialysis and depression, on corrupt politicians, fraudulent court proceedings, record inflation and all the other ugly things fallen man has made prominent — well, it lightens the load for today by some measure.
I think about Ruth’s roots in Moab and I remember that we, too, are sojourners. Each and every believer on earth is just passing through on our way to a far better place. We have a Home just over the horizon, a whole new life awaiting us in a land we haven’t yet set foot in.
It is remarkable how the risen, resurrected Savior sits with us in our sorrow.