It’s Good Friday, and we aren’t able to attend our local congregation. Our family misses our brothers and sisters in Christ immensely. We miss the faces, handshakes, hugs, smiles, voices, most of all, the hearing of God’s Word and reception of Christ’s flesh and blood for the forgiveness of our sins. It’s frustrating. It would be easy to simply become mad with the situation, to grow disheartened, to allow this frustration to take root and spill forth. But I cannot do this. I have a responsibility as head of my house to lead my family and to train up my children in the way they are to go. (Proverbs 22:6a) There is a yearning in every member of my family to be with our fellow saints. This time will come again, and I pray it will come soon. For now, my responsibility is to lead my children to the cross of Christ. Being Good Friday, we will hold family devotions, we will sing hymns, we will pray for you our neighbor, and we will participate in Good Friday ...
Text: Luke 7:11-17 Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. The images and events within Afghanistan over the past month have been hard to watch. For those who served in Afghanistan, the emotions are mixed and raw. For some, this is where they were forced to grow up and mature - battling for life and death. For others, it is a place where they were given emotional or physical scars that will remain for the remainder of their earthly life. Life would be easier if you could leave the experiences behind when you depart a war, but that's not how it goes. Instead, the dark memories of war patiently reside within one's head and await to be aroused when the journey of this life comes in contact with a sound, a taste, a smell, or an image that immediately takes one back to the battle, back to the fight, back to the death. The images of the past month, the death of thirteen service members in Kabul, did this for me as I am sure it did for man...
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