We had a wonderful Good Friday worship service last night. Our little church is filled with sweet kind folks. Our pastor asked that we leave the sanctuary in silence after taking our communion so not to disturb those having their special individual time of reflection. Of course there was the usual family gathering and visiting outside. There is always at least one who knows when a big hug is in order!
This worship event, No Wonder They Call it Good Friday, was of course revering the loving sacrifice of our Lord. Pastor did a great job speaking to the shame we wrongly carry that prevents us from being the whole person we were ordained to be. He spoke of the ultimate shame Christ bore for us on His cross. His words were timely and very personal to me-as usual.
|Chad and Jenn with Hannah, Landon, Hudson, Zoe & Haddon|
The best huggers ever!
Afterwards we visited the home of a family very precious to us. The guys, with the “help” of little ones grilled pizza. Great job! We loved this entire family the first time we met them. Neither of us have blood family in our town. We do have a close community of another blood line; a great family of believers.
As much as He despised the shame, not just for himself but for His Father’s sake, He bore it just for me. Forgive me Lord for ever feeling ashamed.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2