We all think that we are better than someone. We just might not realise it.
Maybe it’s that person who you work with, who seems to do everything so slowly, and then takes extended lunch breaks!
Maybe it’s that lady you know who has a baby, yet abandons it to go out partying every other weekend. Continue reading
Today Adam is sharing his favourite worship song and how it has impacted his faith. I am excited to share this post, as although I’ve not known Adam long, it’s obvious just how much he loves Jesus, and wants to share His message of freedom. And he’s actually sharing a song that I had never even heard before!
Hi Adam, what is your favourite worship song and why?
My favourite worship song is No Longer Slaves by Bethel. It’s such a powerful song, and so meaningful to me, as when I first heard it I was going through a really hard time.
Why was that?
When I first heard this song I was so broken; full of fear, which lead to prison sentences and drug and alcohol abuse and suffering from bad paranoia. I walked in that church that day absolutely broken, tears streaming my face, as I’m no longer a slave to fear I am a child of God was played from the worship team. God really touched my heart that Sunday morning. He told me directly that I was no longer a slave to fear. I was his child. It’s a moment I’ll remember for a lifetime.
Is there a particular line that spoke to you?
Yes, the line is
you split the sea so I could walk straight through, my fears are drowned in perfect love.
There was a time where I couldn’t see a way a through anything. This just reminds us how God makes a way, even when we see no way.
In Adam’s own words: I’m from Worksop and am an ex-drug-addict who’s been saved by God’s grace. I’m now in a bible school, learning about the bible in the mornings, and going out on outreach in the afternoons 2 days a week, helping those still trapped in addiction. I love Jesus and I love people! Amen!
I am looking for more people to join in with this series, if you are interested please get in contact!
Sometimes I read things in the bible that seem just plain weird. Like they don’t make any sense at all.
That happened to me last night. I was reading about how, the day after Jesus rode into Jerusalem, he walked back into town. On the way he started to feel hungry, and saw a fig tree. The only problem was that the fig tree was all fur coat and no knickers. (Or in this case all leaf and no fruit.) Jesus then rebuked the tree, saying it would never bear fruit again. The tree then shrivelled up and died.
This was not the part that didn’t make sense to me though. It was in the next line, which reads: The disciples were amazed.
Now, the disciples had been following Jesus for a long time. They had seen him heal the blind and lame, feed thousands with couple of fish and a few loaves of bread. They had even seen him raise the dead! But when they saw him make a tree shrivel up they were amazed.
In comparison to raising the dead, making a tree shrivel up doesn’t seem that impressive. If I were one of the disciples I would have been asking Jesus for a better miracle!
Actually I think I do that in my own life as well.
I think that we all do. We can look at the things that God has done in our life in the past, and get angry and wonder why he isn’t blessing us like that anymore.
When actually he is still blessing us. We have just lost the wonder of it. Like an old married couple who no longer have anything to say to each other, we have let the spark in our relationship with God grow dim.
Or maybe you see what God is doing in somebody else’s life and get jealous, and question why God isn’t working in your life in the exact same way.
When he is blessing you just as much, just in a different way to your friends.
This week lets not lose the amazement of what Jesus has done in our lives.
I have to admit, I used to find all the Holy Week services a bit of a chore. I mean, going to church every night for a whole week! I’m sure I could think of better things to do with my time. (Like knitflixing, which is kind of like netflix, but with a lot more yarn!)
But this year I feel like God has really set Holy Week on my heart. The thing that has really captured my attention is all the emotions that Jesus’ followers must have felt during that one short week.
I mean, seeing Jesus enter Jerusalem as a king, only to die the most painful death imaginable a few days later, and then finding that he had come back to life again. What an emotional tornado!
It’s easy, isn’t it, to forget that those disciples didn’t already know the end of the story.
So this week I am going to write a post each day as we walk through Holy Week. This is more for my benefit, but I would love for you to join me. After all, how can we truly celebrate Easter without experiencing all the emotions leading up to it. The expectancy, sorrow, anticipation, despair they felt, before truly experiencing the joy of Easter Sunday.
So today it’s Palm Sunday. Coming from an Anglican Church, it was always kind of a big deal. I mean it was that day you got given swords crosses made out of palm leaves.
But lets just think for a minute how exciting this day must have been for Jesus’ followers. Living under Roman oppression, their king, the one who had been prophesied for generations, was finally entering into their capital city. Alright, it wasn’t in a chariot but on a donkey, but their Messiah had arrived. The one who was going to save them, and restore them.
No wonder they were all shouting Hosanna, he had finally come. And they couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do!
I’m sure they must have thought he was going to attack the Roman leaders. This was their time. The time when the whole of the Empire would see just who God’s chosen people were, and just how special they were.
I bet they weren’t expecting that Jesus was going to first go into the temple and challenge the respected leaders of their community.
A bet they didn’t realise that for victory to come, there would first have to be death. Death of the one they loved, the one they were cheering for. And I bet they couldn’t imagine what that victory would mean. That it would be a victory for the whole world, not just the Jews.
My quiet times used to sometimes get boring and repetitive. I really didn’t look forward to them. Now I’ve learnt that I don’t need to do the exact same thing every. single. day. and now I’ve found that I’m a lot more excited about them, and actually look forward to them! (Most of the time, at least, and when I do get bored now I know it’s time to try something new.) Continue reading
Me Set Free 