I have this picture of us, over the past four, five weeks (all through our study of Mark really) of us inhaling. As we have talked about suffering and sorrow and grief and trial the last few weeks—the reality of Jesus suffering on our behalf and the reality of our suffering in a broken, sinful world—just this deep inhale we are taking.
An inhale of truth, of tension, of the sin of others that has hurt us, our sin that is ever before us. This push and pull of the joy of treasuring Christ together and the sorrow when we don’t; the glories of a gracious God and the reality that our betrayal/denial of Him is deeper and darker than, perhaps, we knew before. Truth; tension; justice and mercy; love and wrath. We have been breathing deep.
We will again on Good Friday.
I’ve been praying for you, for us. We are not an event-driven church, but the cross was an event. And the empty tomb?—a cosmic event that the world has never seen. So I have been praying for us for our time together this weekend—both Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
Here’s been my prayer: That we would breathe in again on Friday. One more breath of the cross, one more look at the depth of our sin, but also the ocean that is His grace. But then on Sunday, when its no longer just a bloody cross but also an empty tomb, that we would exhale.
Breathe out. That the power of the Resurrection and the glory of a Risen Lord would not be familiar to us, but earth-shattering, tension-breaking, anxiety-ridding, suffering-worth-it! That we would—together—experience a Spirit-led exhale. And just rejoice.
Just worship and sing and rejoice and be comforted by the God of all comfort who raises the dead.
“There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.”
I’m praying for you with great expectation that our Good King will open the eyes of your heart again to the power and grace of a God who relentlessly pursued you unto death, and pushed back the darkness of your heart when He pushed back the stone on his grave.
Be encouraged, He is risen!
Bring friends, family members, neighbors, strangers, anyone—that they might witness our exhale, that they might see a people treasure a King.
For His Fame,