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Friday, April 22, 2011

Bad Friday

Well, it's Good Friday.
... wait, can I re-say that?
Every year my dad and mom have made sure we understand that Good Friday is alternately good/bad.
Jesus died on this day. Not so good. Actually pretty sad, especially considering we're to blame for it.
So while everyone where's normal clothes on Good Friday, my family wears black. It's like we're going to a funeral. Makes sense right?

Well, this year my church is doing a Good Friday service called, "Service of Shadows." Basically it's a funeral service for God.

Makes you realize the impact of it when you say it that way, huh?
Of course, you never want to underestimate the resurrection, that has just as much to do with our salvation as Christ's death. But I think we don't always understand the magnitude of a gift Christ gave us. On this day, God died.

"Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he was taken away.
And who can speak of his descendants?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was stricken.
He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer"
Isaiah 53:4-10a

"It was the Lord's will to crush him." --- This is what Christ did for you.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

FEAR

I recently reached 100 posts.
I feel accomplished.
And yet, I look at my recent posts... and they're kinda boring.
So anyways, I thought I should let people know I'm going to stop writing the story I was writing, re-write it, and then post it.
See, because on the blog, the story is writing itself in a way I don't like. SO I'm going to change it.
In other news,
I almost got dead from a tornado. Okay, well it missed me by three miles.
May I say that is my biggest fear???
Yes. I can.
I just did.
I threw up because of one once. ... I was only like four, but still.
I hate thunderstorms and love them at the same time.
I hate tornadoes, but they facinate me to no end.
Okay, your turn.
What's your biggest fear?

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Lunch

Valarie and Mandy took a break, after tearing through boxes like Nazi's, they were in need of a lunch break. So Mandy picked up her purse and keys and abruptly stabbed Valarie in the side. "Hey, you," She said, grinning while Valarie yelped and massaged her aching side. "I'll treat you to lunch, let's go."
Valarie groaned and knew she better not argue. Even though Mandy was timid, she was not a pushover. When she had something set in her mind, no amount of arguing or begging would change her mind.
So Valarie placed the vase she had in her hand gently on the bookshelf, and trudged to the door. She grabbed her purse, plopped her phone in it, and slid on the only pair of shoes she had unpacked; an ugly pair of sea-green crocks.