Gospel Sprint

Still sprinting through the Gospel of John this Easter week. Are you running with me?

Yesterday...
I saw the Good Shepherd again. "He calls His own sheep by name." Really? Why do I so often forget this? I forget that He really knows my name. So my heart sang, "Savior, Like a Shepherd Led Us," our wedding hymn from nearly 14 years ago. Thou hast bought us, thine we are...

The death of Lazarus was not just a beautiful prelude to Jesus' resurrection, but it made me once again realize that Jesus really does know our emotions. Really. He too was "moved in His spirit and greatly troubled." He cried real tears of pain and sadness.

And then there's Mary and Martha again. Martha is still serving, and Mary has once again chosen what is best. She uses her best perfume to lavish love on Jesus. Oh, how can I be more like Mary than Martha?

Triumphantly, the ancient words of Zephaniah are fulfilled:
"Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!

Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem!

Behold, your king is coming to you;

righteous and having salvation is he,

humble and mounted on a donkey,

on a colt, the foal of a donkey."

And I am rejoicing!

Today...
I ask myself the all important questions:

"Which do I love more? The glory that comes from man or the glory that comes from God?"

and

"How can I wash another's feet?"

and

"What does it look like to lay down my life for my friends?"

and

"Do I truly believe that apart from Jesus I can do absolutely nothing?"

and

"Why do I all too easily forget that I have a Helper?"