On the Other Side of Saturday: A Holy Week Meditation
Even as I preach the gospel of rest and acceptance to myself, those ugly performance idols keep rearing up, beckoning me to worship achievement above Jesus.
Even as I preach the gospel of rest and acceptance to myself, those ugly performance idols keep rearing up, beckoning me to worship achievement above Jesus.
The Maker of my soul is also the Lover of my soul. Truly, this is the God who cares to number the hairs on our heads.
Trust in the Lord will all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, for the trajectory of the cross is beautifully absurd.
God delights in showing his power through our weakness. But we must be willing to journey though Good Friday to Resurrection Sunday.
What I thought was surely dead, God resurrected. He humbled me to see that he works best with misfits and dead-end streets.
My preaching and teaching to teenagers is always more vibrant when I am aware of my own death.
I want my children to see Jesus in me, but they will not see Him though a picture-perfect family or a calm and peaceful household.
These friends remind me that my student ministry is in fact God’s ministry and that his word will accomplish its purpose.
Kampakis ends with encouragement to “live in hope“ because Good Friday was followed by Easter; that is the pattern of the Christian life, even when we cannot see the Easter sunrise yet.