Waiting...

Today is Saturday after Good Friday, before Easter Sunday.  Yesterday when I was writing emails, my greeting was "Good Friday".  I had a conversation with one of my Science classes about why today is called, "Good Friday."  We talked about how it was, "good" that Jesus was willing to die for us to save us from our sins. 
This week I reflected on Maundy Thursday services I attended in the past.  I remember vividly leaving the Maundy Thursday service in silence, sometimes hearing the sound of nails being driven into the cross.  That sound in combination with the silence would stay with me on Good Friday, the Saturday, until Easter Sunday morning.  I would sense a heaviness from that Thursday evening until Sunday morning.  This was one weekend in the year, I wanted to hurry up and get to Sunday.
This is my second Lent/Easter I will be in Japan.  It is a little different, yet those and these new experiences remind me of the tremendous gift of Christ's sacrifice for me, and it is available for you! 

Tomorrow is coming!  He is Risen!  

The Cross is Empty

The Tomb is Empty!

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live. 

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.


No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

YouTube video of Keith and Kristyn Getty In Christ Alone