Jehovah was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake: Jehovah was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake, a fire: Jehovah was not in the fire. And after the fire, a soft gentle voice. (1Kings 19:11-12)

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Words of Wisdom for The Weekend ~ Oh, the Deep Love of Jesus

"that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you,
being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend 
with all the saints what is the 
breadth and length and height and depth,
and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge,
that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." ( Ephesians 3:17-19)

"Oh, my Lord, the dawn of your death day! 
The sky is grey, the roofs of Jerusalem dark in the grey, and the street at your feet is dim. 
You walk from the high priest's house to the Praetorium. Are you tired? Have you slept at all? 
You ate last night—but that was last night. You prayed last night an exhausted prayer. And last night you endured a long, malign investigation—you alone, and none beside you to support you. You suffered conventional gestures of contempt and official rejection: the death sentence, acoomponid by degrading games. Did they wash your face from their spittle? No. It sticks to you still. To them you are a pariah, unclean in blasphemy. Why should they watch you? Why should they feed you? Why should they give you something to drink? To them you are a problem to be solved. 
To me you are the Lord. 
The city scarcely stirs, but here come the rulers with you in the midst. Serious faces. Where are they going? To the governor's forum. The Romans begin their work-day frightfully early, so the council is hurrying, lest they miss their chance for and audience and a quick imperial trial. Go! Go! They prod you from behind. Go, don't drag your feet! What's the matter with you? Tired? They themselves are filled with hectic energy. Sleeplessness has nerved them, and their purpose verges on frenzy. Go! 
Jesus, how do you feel? What are you thinking? You don't talk. You mouth has been closed for such a long time now. Last night, before the legal machinery caught hold of you and began to grind you in its wheels, you said your soul was sorrowful, even unto death—and then your eyes revealed grief. I saw it. But now, in the dawn of your death day, your face is expressionless. I can read nothing in your eyes. Jesus! Jesus! How do you feel right now? What moods contend within you? What worlds collide inside your soul? O Jesus, are you hating? Are you praying? Are you screaming silently? Are you thinking about me right now? 
You walk, step by weary step, from Jerusalem to Rome, around the world, from life to death, away, away. Away from me. Away from my knowing, into mystery. O Jesus, it terrifies me that you go so far away from me! Please, give me a sign! I really can't stand this not knowing. Give me some sign from your solitude, Lord, please, please, that you are thinking of me. 
Lord Jesus, do you love me now?
Wordlessly, Jesus answers:
The walking itself is the sign, child.The loneliness which I have chosen, and the cross that closes it—these are the signs that I love you ever. I have to leave you to love you best. I go where I want you never to go, precisely because I love you. 
Can you say "Amen" to that?"

~Walter Wangerin Jr., Reliving the Passion



A Soft Gentle Voice

{Words for Wisdom for the Weekend: These are words that I have been challenged or encouraged by that I have read throughout my week that I kept pondering; words that I couldn't get off my mind and heart throughout my week. 

For other Words of Wisdom for the Weekend posts see here.}


  1. i enjoyed your post on Christ's last weekend before the resurrection. i love that passage from ephesians...and the song too. thanks for your writing tonite rebekah:)

  2. It is hard to take in the days prior to the crucifixion. While we were in Jerusalem we visited the church of St Peter. In the courtyard outside of the church is a sculpture of Peter, a young maid, a soldier, bystander and a rooster. Underneath the main floor of the church a pit has been uncovered. The pit is in the vicinity of Caiaphas home. Some say that Jesus was held in the pit (lowered down with ropes) the night before he was brought before Pilate. Yes, His love for us is deeper than we can comprehend. I'm visiting from Sunday Stillness.

  3. Beautiful shared, Rebekah. Hard things to think about, but oh, how they increase our faith! Have a blessed week!

  4. Reading this made me remember the movie The Passion of the Christ. Watching it really put me in the middle of the scene. It was almost too much to bear. My thoughts echoed the question posed above - "Jesus, how do you feel?" This is beautiful and hard and full of the glory of His sacrifice. Saw you as the featured blogger on Barbies site and happy to see you here in the Sunday Community!

  5. This is beautiful. The crucifixion is always such a hard thing for me witness whether in movies or reading about it, and while everything Jesus is put through is hard, I always wonder about what must have gone through his head after he was captured and then at the moment of thee crucifixion when all the weight of the world was in him. Thank you for this reminder.


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