He Nailed It — So We Could Live It
(Silent Saturday Edition)Yesterday, He nailed it. Not like a gymnast sticking a landing or a student acing the exam. No, Jesus really nailed it. On that cross, He absorbed every drop of judgment we deserved — bloodied, bruised, beaten. He didn’t just die for us. He died instead of us. The weight of sin drove…
Why We Call It Good Friday
It doesn’t feel “good” at first glance. It was the darkest day in human history. The Savior of the world was betrayed by a kiss, dragged through mock trials, falsely accused, brutally beaten, and humiliated. A crown of thorns was pressed into His head, His back whipped with metal-laced cords. He was nailed to a…
My Cross to Bear
Some days, I wear a gold or silver cross around my neck. It reminds me of my Savior’s sacrifice and resurrection and gives me hope for today and a promise for tomorrow. I feel its weight, not as a burden, but as a quiet declaration. But does wearing a cross make me a Christian? If…