Arming the enemy

When I choose to sin or give in to temptation, I hand the Accuser new arrows for his quiver. I arm him with the very fiery darts he will now hurl at me:  Shame. Discouragement. Fear. Doubt. Lies.

Just Like He Said

"He is not here. He is risen. Just like he said."  (Matthew 28:6)

I guess no one believed him, because no one was hanging around the tomb to welcome him back.

Hmm. Wonder what else He said that they (we) missed?


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Looking in the wrong place

"Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive?"  asked the angels to the women at the tomb on Easter morning.

"Why are you standing there staring into heaven?" asked the angels to the disciples at the ascension.

May God send messengers to redirect me when I, too, have fixed my gaze on where I think He should be.

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He doth protest too much

 “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” protests Pontius Pilate.

But despite his denial and self-proclaimed absolution, no one quite got it.

For through the ages,
generation after generation after generation,
the Church has declared
over and over over again
that Christ,
"suffered under Pontius Pilate, 
was crucified, dead, and buried..."


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Barabbas 2

So, Barabbas,

        where did you go
            when the crowd cheered
               and you walked away
                                          free?

           where did you go
               when your life was restored
                     and your crime was excused,
                                            forgiven?

            where did you go
                 when his body hung high
                       and his blood poured out
                                               for yours?

See also: I Am Barabbas
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I am Barabbas

I am Barabbas,

Chosen by the crowd.

He is Jesus,

Abandoned for this hour.

I am Barabbas,

The guilty one set free.

He is Jesus,

Who died instead of me.

See also Barabbas 2
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