Surrender
amid sleepy disciples. Betrayal by the disillusioned. Taken captive by the
powerless. Judged by the ignorant. Abandoned by the fearful. Stripped by the
unclothed. Crucified by the lifeless. Mocked by fools. Redeeming wounds suspended
between heaven and earth. Forgiveness freely given. What majestic mystery, what
love divine! Good Friday? Yes, very good, indescribably, eternally good. Blessed
Redeemer, my thoughts retrace your labored steps along Via Dolorosa. You
stretched out Your arms on the hard wood of the cross and cured my diseased
soul. Glory to You forever!
A serious pursuit of godliness requires an equally serious renunciation of worldliness. Too often, we measure spirituality with false scales. While being wisely selective with our public vices we are less so with our private attitudes and perspectives. In reality, it is the thoughts and intents of the heart where the greatest battles must be waged; our actions will ultimately align with the condition of our hearts. Lord God, You know me inside out, You are not fooled by human facades. Plow my heart with Your Word and Spirit and leave nothing unturned. Refresh my inward man that I may outwardly glorify You in all places at all times.
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